Invisible. Essential

Who am I?

I have been invisible to the naked eye for quite some time. You will only see me when your eyes are hooded and filled with rage or lust.

Lust for what you think I should be rather than what I actually am.

Rage for when I am too loud to ignore or too cold not to complain about.

You curse me for my silence.

In my defense you didn’t mind my silence when you wanted nothing from me. Now you want warmth, comfort, connection, you want the friend that you wouldn’t provide me with. You want me to be a pear tree that also grows apples and oranges.

You only notice me- call me, when you want to change me.

When you need a cool breeze on the beach, otherwise you hardly notice me.

Is it on purpose- or is it because you cannot see me?

You can see the Earth; it is brown and green and sometimes blue and red and yellow and purple beneath. You appreciate her fruit. You love it. You give thanks everyday for the grapevines and roads to drive on.

You can see Fire; it is red and yellow and orange and sometimes blue and green and when the heat is unimaginably high it turns white. You can see fire and certainly you can feel it too without any prompt other than itself. Similar to how you treat me; you lust for him in the winter and hate him- cast him away in the Summer. But still you give thanks everyday for the light on your cigarette and beneath your dinner pot.

You can see water’s bluish, green tint that makes everything; every part of life more surreal. You can feel her sensuous touch when you allow her to fall over your skin. Most nights, you choose to call upon her, allow her to love you, acknowledge how amazing she is every single time you meet.

But you do not do the same for the air.

How unappreciated is that which you cannot see?

If she’s not flirtily caressing your skin, if she’s simply being still, you cannot feel her. She’s nothing to you. You will ignore her if she does not scream every once in a while. Walk right past her in the streets without even so much as a ‘hello’.

You are entitled. You expect her to always care for you, even when you do not care for her.

Your entitlement means to you that she belongs to you in your mind; but the air belongs to no one.

You car jar the Earth.

You can bottle water.

You can even contain fire.

But the air has no binds that can keep her.

Entitled; you gang up on her when she tries to leave you. Emt. Dr. RN. You need them, but the air needs no one.

She will be fine, probably better off without you.

The air was born screaming into the night. When she came out of the night’s womb, those who witnessed her birth called her evil. Pitch black and howling like a dog; she has always been a threat.

You cannot see the air.

Not if and when she stands alone. And often-more often than you know, she stands alone. With no trees, with no dust, with no water; you cannot see her move as you look down upon the Earth from your penthouse window.

As you look down upon the Earth from your third floor apartment window; you don’t notice how she’s already in your room. How she has been with you since the moment that you were born. Even in a fight, she has never left your side.

But you don’t notice her until she transforms into the beast that you never wanted or imagined that you would meet- until she howls out loudly; taking a deadly form. You only take her seriously when she is well past the point of warning you that she is tired of being graceful.

When she’s too angry to calm with thanksgiving. You notice her power then. When she’s knocking down buildings and riling up the water to do the same or irritating the fire or dragging the Earth you notice her influence. Even then, you say to yourself; this is a storm. You call her the wind. You call her your breath. You call her everything except her own name.

And she notices and twirls all over your little reality to remind you of who she is and what she is.

Invisible, yet absolutely essential.

I bet you will notice her now. Her stupendousness. How great her power is. How she is everywhere, in everyone, nurturing and quietly influencing everything.

You cannot see the air, but she always sees you.