Sometimes
Not often but sometimes
I feel each breath
As creation

One day
Perhaps not very distant now
I will breathe in
And not breathe out again

Or perhaps I will breathe out
And then not in again

And some part of this created me
Will die
Some part of this once me
Will no longer be me

Some parts may
Become
A fuzzy dandelion
With once me nodding in the grass
Or a fat worm
Taking once me into the dark rich earth
Or a speck of cosmic dust
Swirling what was once me through the infinite universe

I trust that I
Will always
Be created and recreated
In divine love