Where Oxygen Comes to Rest by Stephen Cavitt

A flock of starlings flew over

the house this morning, their slick feathers black

as your hair draped across the pillow in sleep.


I wanted to pull you out of bed

to stand barefoot on the wooden porch,

but your breathing stopped me –


slow and steady,

your lungs one corner of the sky.


Part of me moved into the kitchen,

quietly cracking and scrambling eggs.

Part of me stayed on the green carpet,


understanding why trees grow roots,

how they stand, heavy and breathless.

Stephen Cavitt
Stephen Cavitt

Stephen Cavitt teaches writing, leadership, and skillful living in the Southeast. He holds an MFA from Georgia College and is at work on a novel. He can be reached at professorcavitt@gmail.com or on his website: