Working off the Poetic Asides prompt asking for a catch and/or release poem, and my local Stroll of Poets call to write a poem more about sound than meaning.
The Frequency of Calm
In. Out. In. Out.
As though it were that simple.
As though thinking doesn’t complicate even this.
Chase away the panic.
Catch the breath. Hold. Release.
Draw it in with a rush, flurry, gulp.
Let it out with a hush, whisper, sigh.
Draw, draw, aww, aww, awe
for this. Now.
Hold , hold, whole, whole, hole
of worry. Fade.
Let go, let go, here, here, hear
the whisper. Still.
Vibrato hum. Hum. Hum.
Om. Om. Om.