I glimpsed it s arrival
i ll say it glimpsed me
and i saw it toda y
in a way only i could see.
I felt it surr ound me
in it s breeze i had awaited.
it s air had not stopped
had not given in or hesi tated.
I heard it
and in a way I avoided it
by layerin g on resistance
that made me admit:
I am not a part of weather
i m merely breathing a ir
and as i accept the art of everyt hing
i ll breathe again i swear.
© 2010 The Still Air
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