Time.

Out through the mouth,
In the nose.
Exhale and inhale.
You know how it goes.
Not shallow, but deeply.
Lungs filling up.
Hoping to re-fill,
Your inner cup.
Peace, patience,
Happiness, trust.
The cup may be aging,
Starting to rust,
But it does a job,
If you give it the time.
Time, I must remember,
Can sometimes be mine.