For today, a few short poems:
Dawn air creeps in softly and freshly
through the window screen
soothing everything it touches;
the palate-cleansing sorbet
of the scent world.
It's the absence of all smell but freshness,
of light, of promise--
especially when that promise
is more sleep.
When I flourish
so does everything under my care;
is a super-vitamin
and unstoppable smiles
radiate life bigger,
Why do I procrastinate
that will lead to great things?
I thought I'd already
passed the marshmallow test
of delayed gratification
those who wait are rewarded
with twice the return.
(Now if only life were fair
I could stop selling things.)
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.