Air – bruising at the speed of sound.
Friction from the 7 billion names spoken everyday
hums in the cloudless sky; does anyone hear it?
Feel air drift past your cheekbones.
Taste salt, the unmistakable suggestion
of a stranger’s breath.
Bat’s wings rile the ancient scent of caves.
Fluttering eyelashes raise a tempest.
When my eyes turn to glass, I listen for the light.