Breathing is just a dance with air
which is why, some of us feel more of out breath than others
and why our exertion bears a name as similar:
It’s why our amazement is
and why elation lands us on clouds-
The sky, and the stars, and the streams and hills
filling our land-spun gills with words that waltz with meaning in meadows
and puff our waking visions full of the sound and scent of that always-greener grass.