The Weight of Air
The blue wind of atmospheric pressure pegs us out.
Timeline. Life-line. Line-time.
Graven. We walk.
In the mountains, gravity runs slow.
In the woods there is a stream.
Timing.
The seals of a body leak.
We cannot hold our drink.
Grasp. Gasp. The hold breaks.
Dry now.
A tangling, un-foldable embrace.
For Jennifer Evans 9 June 1935 to 28 November 2019