Poem 329: 11/4/26; Air
It's quite windy where I live
PMS
I wonder what it's like to be air
Totally free
Everywhere and nowhere
Everything and no thing
All at once
A messenger
Carrying the smells and sounds of the earth
To where it is needed
And when it misses solidity
It takes the form of breath
Flowing through the cells of living beings
It's in an intricate dance with and as the weather
Sometimes fierce and sometimes soft
Totally free
And undefined
It is the the web that weaves our world together
Invisible and yet felt by all
We must take care of our air
With love and gratitude,
Becca x