Smoke billows from the incense like dog fur growing,
The diamonds and four-sided stars putter and cough,
As a swirling gale from five feet away comes to snatch the fur in a circling whirlwind.
It hangs in the air and sticks to the wind like glue,
Giving it a definition I never thought of.
“How can I build this all up if my surroundings fill me with feelings like additional luggage to unpack?
In a nibble’s fraction of my inability to comprehend the universe around me,
I fail to comprehend the totality of life on Earth- in America, Massachusetts, Amherst or No Bro.
So I thank the air that chooses to bend”