An ode to air
Air is not emptiness
even when it is empty
of birds or planes
or flying leaves
air is everywhere
full of itself
here angels reside
and pass among us
unnoticed
angels of the sun
and moon soundlessly
sightlessly present
air is breath
and fresh life
and is there
in every thought
and act of love
it is the vehicle
for language
its medium
and its measure
and it shapes our world
clinging to the spangled
topographies
of land and sea
and life and death
John Lyons