Upon The Bluest Air
Notty Bumbo, 2019
Between storms the light
Flows relentlessly into the eyes,
And each small bird expresses joy,
That the air becomes more amenable
To sudden darts askance the line of flight.
Even trees shudder in anticipation of the release of oxygen
Beyond the usual volumes associated with expected transpiration.
And in the center of this abundance negative ions flourish,
Such that one's sense of wonder at being alive
Reflects as much through breathing
As in the dance of dogs set loose,
No time lost in somnolence,
And every dandelion
The true source