A Change in the Air

My lungs seek a change in the air
space to breathe
without pain
a step outside
gasping sips
I seek skies without
the cloud of dust
hovering
above us
like a lid closing
instead the skies are
blue and clear
as skies should be
my lungs seek a change in the air
where no change is coming
and the work must begin
to create it – Caroline A. Slee