Remembering to breathe properly can be challenging.

Going under the surface for too long or too often.

Burning suffocation that overwhelms.

Eventually forcing one to come back up for air.

Hopefully before it all becomes too heavy to move.

It does not have to be this way.

***

I would rather spend my breath on something else.

Like bubbles!

Whimsical.

Floating.

Dancing.

Delicate.

***

Every exhale brings fascination instead of pain.

Watching the wind carry it to the horizon.

Over the roofs and out of sight.

Effort that gives immediate visualization.

Still as fun as it was when a kid.

Though, some leave the bottle forgotten on a shelf.

***

The time may come again when a person has to hold their breath again.

A move to avoid worse pain than half suffocating.

Waiting until the water releases them.

But for when it is all over, that bottle is waiting on that shelf.

A needed homecoming that not all remember to take.

To just breathe and watch as everything floats away.