Airing Out

I fling open the window  
To let the cool, clean air in
Or the stifling, stale air out

Sometimes the brisk draft is uncomfortable
Depending on which way the wind blows
I squirm, I smile, I grimace

Each breeze against my skin
Inhale the stagnant
Or celebrate the freshness

It’s Nature, sloughing off dust
Fumes, chemicals transferring
My atmosphere – my life

I keep the window open
Like a stern soldier warding off evil
I cherish my existence

For me to inhale warm or cool –
Breezy – rustling or in silence
Can’t you feel the change in the air?

You, I, we – simply, automatically breathe
Who has time to analyze the gasses?
Amazing – the power of air and water!

Just a little penetrating draft and
Our perception and thought soon modified
I know I can’t keep the window open forever