Breathe – a poem by Gabriella M. Belfiglio


I handle this pebble
in my pocket
like a rosary.
My fingers know
the cool smooth surface—
its tiny ridge
at the top.
I do not pray
to Jesus or Ja
or Christ or Allah
to Buddha or any other

I simply breathe.


Gabriella M. Belfiglio’s work has appeared most recently in Red Rock Review. Belfiglio won the W.B. Yeats Poetry Contest. She has also had writing published in VIA, The Potomac Review, The Monterey Poetry Review, The Centrifugal Eye, Radius, The Avocet, and Lambda Literary Review, among other places. She works as an artist, mother, and teacher in New York City.


  1. Mark Tulin says:

    Perhaps breath is our single greatest spiritual gift.


  2. Kevin Bay says:

    Much needed moment of reflection. Thank you.


  3. Kim Brandon says:

    I’m going to get a smooth little pebble for my pocket – what a lovely poem.


  4. livia says:

    I love the poem good you were able to capture your emotions your stone can serve for me as an offering or symbol to end racial oppression. Olivia Taylor


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