AIR

AIR

PM 120319

What was once crystal-clear has become

cloudy and into the clouds is a Marco

Polo-type adventure, measured by some as 

eternal and long lasting, not fair to us,

that we have run out of lands to discover

and ocean currents to ride into nowhere,

only the wind remains and in the far reaches

of the mind can we travel yet there is so much

fear, a multitude of fears, weighed down by

too many misgivings and tons of regret.

A well-orchestrated fishing trip into my inner

being becomes dangerous as if a storm cloud

had come upon me suddenly and I am lost

at sea without a sail or a hook.

Blindly we pursue the monsters who lead us

out into the deepest waters where there is no

escape and then drown us at their leisure.

How can I possibly exist at this point in the 

universe, am I only taking up space that

someone else is waiting in line to occupy.

Why must I be removed to make room for

someone who has not yet earned the right to

be here and is only going to occupy this chair by

sheer chance, or even luck, if you could ever call 

being where I am as lucky. I stare down the

hall, it is so wide and long and empty,

completely devoid of anything except 

for air and space,

even the air could take a much-needed break

and only I would notice it, but I

could always open the door and let more

air in.

The walls are grey with dust and dirty

with ugliness, yet they have served their

original purpose, to keep other things out

and they have done it well.

I can use the doors but life can't, it

must be directed through and all remains

the same to the walls no matter what type

of biological profanity is occupying the chairs

inside. The fans blow the air around

and out the doors or back up into the

fan only to be blown around again.

The same words that have flown out of

thousands of mouths echoes through the

fans until they are expelled out the door

and up into the sky, into the blue, being careful

not to be caught up in the branches of the

trees lest they dislodge a leaf or strip

away a piece of bark that is trying to 

contain some of the goodness.