Air...

it's stupidly sentimental but

I always feel a little sad when

it comes time to

shut the windows

for the year and

turn on the A/C

or the Heat

and start breathing our

electrically-modulated air

I feel as if I've

only just started to

work my way back out

into the world and

I'm not ready

I'm not ready yet to

go back inside

and breathe my own

rotten recycled breath

the breath of my city is

so much more

so much more delightful

so much more invigorating

so much more intoxicating

so much more

than me

I feel slightly lost and

alone when

this life requires that I

wall myself off from that

World breath

to hibernate through

our hot and cold winds

I'm not ready yet

I'm never ready

I'm still trying to find my way

out