On This Occasion
On any occasion really,
air is important, so I invite
the morning to rest in my lungs,
to cool and calm my heart’s rebellions,
itchy and caustic,
the bile I’ve yet to taste.
It’s best to pause, allow time
to walk without us, to slap
a stick against a row of pickets
as we, still and quiet, gravely breathe,
admit that this air, all we share,
is thinning and thinning.