Air.

i peer out the window and
it melts into snow off the gutters
and spouts and car-shields as
it runs into sun-clouds and
azure thoughts and light that
catches on the edges of skin
that hasn't seen hope in
months. dear.
and the fire holds the corner
of my eyes. always.
as the daisy circles around
my view admonishing back,
approving forward.
and today my lungs feel a little
more capable as my steady,
anxious feet.
and in reflections i see the
cat mounting to places on the sink
that we tell her she's never to go.
and i watch as subtlety washes the
age off the gates in her thoughts
and tells herself this is going to be a new time.
and all this hour i can't help but feel melting.
and feel that things are newer.
and feel that for once i'm not really running,
but instead may have somehow found the
exact place i've needed to be--
home.