Sweet Ozone

"Deprived of Oxygen, high altitude will show you another reality"

Thunder cracking my ears!,
Thunder,weather ,I feel the penetrating negative ion ozone sweet around me,
I step light, exposed ,sky-lined,for all to see, etched in the open,
Reflexively I check my zipper, like I walked in the wrong bar,
Short as I am ,I still wish there was a hole around,
I step light,sweet the breath of life on my lips....
Thin air forced by altitude into deep full breaths
Concentrate, across this open...
Can lightning rise up from the ground?
Where have I stepped?
"They" are all around,waves of matter.....
Let me bow, drop my eyes,
Move away,
I respect, that I am not where I should be,
Like the air I forced in my lungs
I birth these thoughts through the waves swirling out... up.
Let me move fluid slow purposeful.

Author's Note

Between Life and Death

Reviews

[John]

Checking your zipper is not a comic detail (although it can be read as such) but a natural response to suddenly finding yourself out of place with your manhood called into question, hence the reflection on your height. You find yourself suddenly exposed, not prepared for this weather. It takes you by surprise, but also gives you a stronger sense of what it means to be alive. It is a true 'spot of time', as described by Wordsworth.

[rnuff]

I can feel the emotions unravel.
I enjoyed this piece

[gombeggar]

u do have such a fine expression of words, and here words in motion

[.......]

such a deep piece, enjoyed it

[SHEEMA HUQ]

amazing in pace and your fine use of language, provides a rivetting, edgy poem...( 3 readings...slightly bewildered though thorougly engaged, thanks

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I always enjoy your unique perspective and your creative way of expressing it... this is Mother Nature's world and we just live in it so we must respect it or pay the price.

[Coyote Song]

Nothing more frightening then a storm of any kind and the damage it can do. A very enjoyable and fascinating poem. I like the images you use and your word choice, makes for a very unique and different sort of poem, very enjoyable.

[Eve]

Rock, mountain climbing I imagine is a whole like falling in love, head in the clouds, thunder pounding in one's ears, the shortness of breath, the reflexive insecurities, needing to move at your own pace, one foot hold at a time, steady as he goes :0 I liked the energies surging though this write, it was exhilarating.

[Tree]

There is an energy to the poems of yours I've read, partciularly this one. Those last few lines, you really closed the deal..

[An owl on the moon]

Each line just strikes with such a force... and life and death flows fiercely through your reflections here. Powerful in metaphor and more.