I am in love with the air.
It is most beguiling when it runs around,
And plays with my hair
Or when it sneaks up behind me
And I feel its touch on my neck.

The trees are in love with the air.
It inspires them to dance and whirl and roar
And clap their hands.
It helps them grow ever taller,
As it pulls them up to the sky.

It pulls me up to the sky.

Sometimes, when I am wading in the sea of sleep,
Just before I dive in,
I imagine that the air is gone.
My heart skips a beat,
And then stops.

3.8.2011