October 6, 2020
the little air
Ah, a sigh escaped me;
the little air left over,
that fleeting relief:
mystifying
silently, the little spirit dissipated;
a world vaporized
from being held over
a summery haze,
released into the flow
of turbulent waves ebbing
through a mess of particles in motion
transformed by tiny touches–
oh grace!
of invisible states
unknown to the eye,
yet unconsciously felt
in every exhale that I
exist in ecstacy,
being-there,
the little air
I am
