There is something about the air in Chile
or there is something that I feel here; in this air
I am reborn here,
every breath here seems full
seems alive
like when you’re in the sea and you ride a wave
and your spirit breaks free
Every breath here is just like that
it somehow tastes sweet
we are in the car bombing along southward
more south in the world, than I have ever been
I open the windows and the air pours in
like flood gates, breaking thunderously
I am still and then suddenly I am hit
it fills my lungs and the car
my eyes are closed, but my heart is open and
the wind rushing through the car, is clearing out my cluttered thoughts
my worries wash away, and flow like my hair in the wind
I am cleansed here
this air
it fills the car and pins me back to my seat
and I smile
I smile like I haven’t ever smiled before.
Young, Alive, and Free
I can feel these ripples on my skin
Like I’m reborn again in a sea of oxygen
I have awoken to this world
- O T Wellswood
About the Creator
O T Wellswood
Poet
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