She is the embodiment
of the questions we pondered
on a sunny afternoon.
Knowing the hype of the
newest workshop and buzzwords
would all have their moment in time
we asked each other, What Comes Next?
The driver of contentment?
The reason to try one more day?
The song we sing to our inner-self?
With quiet wisdom, and wonderous curiosity
she asked, “Where Do We Get Our Oxygen From?”
Today I danced as if it was warm and sunny outside
As if the world can someday be just, fair and peaceful for All
Believing that alone and collectively we make a difference
to ourselves, our neighbors, and our world.
Smiling huge and with a nod to the snowbirds
soaring above me on this winter’s day
my thoughts went to my teacher, my friend
I thought back to that moment when she asked
“Where do we get our Oxygen from?”
And I answered aloud to that clear blue sky
I get my oxygen from
And I know without a doubt that my friend, my teacher
would look at all who reads/or hears this poem
“Where Do You Get Your Oxygen From?”
©Where do you get your Oxygen From, (A poem for Rosy) by Alexis Rose