Just Breathe
By: Beatrice Walker

All the running in my head comes to a halt.
I'm allowed to stop and rest for a moment.
I step out and look onto the field,
Dry grass illuminated in a warm glow,
The kind scent of cedar wood.
Cheeks kissed by the sunset,
No need to think,
Just enjoy now.
Now breathe
​Again.

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The editors enjoyed the way Beatrice Walker's poem focused us in on one moment, which is captured by the photograph, but also alive in the speaker's mind.