Heavy Air

Heavy, fresh, deep-breathing air,

Frosted and hung over balconies

Draped with droplets of water – stare.

The season’s soft change is coming

And our blankets we will be hugging.

Deep-breathing. Lung -filling air;

The weight of your freshness I can’t bear.

Bare and blanketed I sit here with

The morning’s soft edges so dear.

Dear me, time is slipping its knot,

Terribly tighter as I go back to my cot.

Fresh breeze, perfumed with Autumn’s rust

Full-bodied and, yet empty of spring’s lust.

“Lust not for the things gone,” I say.

For everything now, is this day.

Day break breaks the seam of darkness

Again. The power of sun we will harness.

My brow frowns – it’s timeless.

Timeless tantrumed toddlers rush me by.

I try not think about them and why.

Why grow and be borrowed to life

When most see only horror and strife?

Strife twists in my ribs, a sharp pain,

And bloodless I bleed without a stain.

This is where the world’s hurt lies;

In my bloodletting and soundless cries.

No matter what we do, everything dies

And bonds of carbon and more unties.