air

Today, i'm the air,
clear and fresh,
empty to your eyes,
but full of particles
that you can't see,
but perhaps that you feel
through my light caress
of your face, your arms, your legs,
as i brush the hairs on your skin,
your outermost edge.

Perhaps i look empty to you,
but consider:
you're sitting, standing
at the bottom of an ocean of me,
held down there only by
the unseen tug of gravity,
and, unseen, my little particles and i
refract the light
that bleeds from the sun,
allowing you those blue hues
that you love,
that close your world in from above.