Ajar

I hate to keep the windows closed No matter what the weather, ‘Cause fresh air’s a connection To the outside, like a tether. Apartment living has its flaws, The lack of space most glaring, But also, there’s no exit out To see how things are faring. Except the windows, which, to me, Must always stay ajar (Or open wide when temps outside Will let me raise the bar). The breeze wafts in and, like today, Commingles with the heat, Reminding me the day awaits, The world outdoors to greet.