throat center alchemy

it's not often that the head accedes to the throat center,
but when it does, terror and threat are alchemied
to a piece of coal well lodged and half lit

it sends one grey green hand up behind the eyes
and the other deep down into the heart and stomach
for a subtle agreement and handshake

~a slight nod to the deep current
that flows beneath it all from (and to) True North;
a cold white ache leeched from the psychic battlefield
waves a temporary adieu ~

then ~
an exhale,
and for a time, I can breathe again