the storm has come in
done its part
the pressure lifts.
snow is on the ground
and the sun is shinning again.
with my toy pup i venture out.
we are running
waving to neighbors as i take in the cold air
the tiny little sacks in my lungs which help disperse oxygen from my bronchioli into my bloods stream pulsate and burn with life.
i am alive
i am running
i am burning
i am here
right now
don't need to prove anything
cuz i am in the air,
and a large part of the universe is alive inside my skin.
12-06-2007