If the air still surrounds you

Wraps her arms around you

Pulls you close in embrace

Moving in and moving out

And she keeps you alive

And she lifts you too the skies

On great, warm thermals

Like a soft kiss pressed to flesh

She must want you to live

She must want your heart

To keep beating in your chest

The air must love you dearly

Or

Perhaps

You are merely a seed

Riding unwary upon currents

Pulled along

By a capricious god

Unconcerned about where

You land…

Unaware that you exist at all

So weekday do you do?

You breathe

You just keep

Breathing

One day

Then the next

Breathe.