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