A breath of fresh

Written by: Tanya Dickens

Suddenly I’ve walked out, into the air…
All bluely about, what am I supposed to do? 
Dance! Dance! 
Under the willow tree. 
Blue air, fresh air, come in….  
I welcome your necessity.
Around me. 
In me. Through me. 
Out. 
Invisibly intimate.  
Between all and all between, hold me tightly with your weaving winds.  
I never knew I lost you, until I found you.  
Your thankless endeavors…..existence. 
Such is your glory.