Some Days the Air Is Thick With It

Some Days The Air Is Thick With It By Ingrid Showalter Swift Some days…The air is thick with it I open the door and know something is coming The world is transformed… quivering The air swirls and shimmers as if caught up in God’s Gossamer hung fingertips The cricket and locust’s song drifts in and out as if they were hammocking in fairy filled seed pods The branches above hang low with light-struck dew and damp sun dipped green Time floats and bends The smells of fresh cut grass and Eden air rush around me The stars shine unseen with knowing abandon You are with me… around me… in me I hear you… feel you… taste you and know what it is you want to say other days I feel completely alone… but knowing better I hang on.