Someone Else’s Air

Could never have imagined where this shaggy road would lead.

Where would our little self-centered world…be without the unique grief

…we unleash?

Lonely pines, so precious when well-adjusted.


nothing but mere specks in someone else’s air…when parted.


I dare-say,

we are all maiden voyagers…sight’s unseen.

Not a one of us asking for…what has been given…

in the dirtiest of snow-white dreams.