When the air is absolutely perfect,
hovering high-70's and slightly breezy,
it's effectively gone.
Moving on this earth is easier.
Atmosphere and I have equalized
and so air turns to water
and life is liquid.
I feel a grace,
skin in harmony with wind.
arms flinging to love
this lack of resistance.
I am in the world to move through it.
I am here with these people to enjoy them
and nothing important will come of it.
We are here to like easily,
argue bitterly through our giggles,
and eat burritos around our beer and wine.
When air soothes the lungs
I feel I am parallel to it;
with no tempestuous temperature to rankle me
I lean back
unaware of the air all around me
and so able to know it, finally,
in the absence of its touch.