The house was quiet and the time all mine,
‘Go for a run,’ he said, but there was no time.
The vacuum blasted hot air in my face,
The air in the room, muggy and moist,
A barometer swinging to rain.
I could feel the pressure in the air move –
my muscles pumped the vacuum back and forth,
picking up the crumbs, dust, glitter and fluff.
My pulse faster, my breath inhaled deeper.
No children, just me in the house.
A jog would have felt fresher, the air cleaner,
this was second best, but I was still aware.
Awareness is my key to the life force,
It unlocks the padlock and lets the light in.
I’m reminded when I encounter extremes;-
A blast of cold or a wave of heat.
Air tainted with smoke or a shroud of mist.
A lack of air when I run or climb,
Inhaling deeper to keep me pumped and alive.
When I notice with open awareness, body and mind,
The air is so sweet, intoxicating and fine.
Each inhalation bringing light and life,
Every exhale removing pain and strife.
© Sarah Lee, 2011
This was written for ‘Inspiration Weekly’ – the theme this week is ‘Air’.
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