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At Night I try and slow down my breath – in for six, Hold for two, out for six – until my breath Takes me down to the down deeps The bottom of an old riverbed Where my grandmother once bathed, To the place where my mother waits, Where my sisters call me by my old name And then again when sleep refuses, And sends me back to watch for dawn And listen to the birdsong, I cannot Shift the feeling that someone Has been close; some unseen Has touched my hair as I nearly dreamed As I nearly went, as I nearly fell off.