Up In The Air // A Poem (Patreon)

The dry spring air sweeps pollen through the wind

My shirt as a pillow under my head

I let the sun soak its gold rays into my cold dull bones

Naked on the porch

Breathing myself into the day

Please oh please can it last forever?

Each moment a reminder

Of the worth I hold

The only question is

Will I get up & go?

Or will I fold?