Air

It seems to know the exact moment you need it.
You're staring at the pavement,
walking with a destination,
consumed,
but seeming to have no aim.
And the moment you have forgotten to breathe,


it sweeps you,
alarming you!


And the wind, breathes with you


Into your mouth, your nose,
as deep as your bones.
Inhaling up in circular motions 
around your brain, expanding it,
you have more space,
more time to decide,
more time before you die!
And into your veins and muscles,
depositing desperately desired extra breaths.


That is just the inhale.


The exhale collects the stubborn dark splotches
with the delicate tendril grasp,
sweeps swift and blue and quick through your
limbs, guts, bones, and pushes
the discomfort out like electricity from your pores!


And you are clean again for that moment..


I would suffocate and die without the wind.