In a, on a

Somewhere without, maybe
wind?

How would that work.
Is it like the turning,
of a top on
maybe
it’s side.

That didn’t make sense.
That doesn’t make sense.
I can’t see without closing one eye and exhaling slowly.
Losing myself in:
breath.

Just more air.

1/12/2020

PoetryRiley Welch