Exhale

Before the day claims me
With its inevitable over analysis
By every expert of every stripe
About who really blinked first
The airwaves clogging up
As all sorts of predictions 
Spell out how profoundly 
Uncertainty has mangled
Our collective wellbeing 
Let me just lie here, still
And silent, recollecting 
My yoga teacher’s voice 
As he exhorts me regularly 
To keep my focus on the
Length of the out breath.