"Brittle Air"

 

"Brittle Air "

Greg Budig 2021

All around town 

morning engines 

are groaning. 

Trying to turn over,

frozen in place. 

Explosions of gas inside 

ice gripped pistons.

Blocks of cold metal 

stutter back into life. 

Sunrise is set into 

sharp distinct colors. 

Atmospheres feel like 

panes of thin glass. 

Orange and red 

glow against the 

ice blue horizon.

Appearing lifeless 

the sun slowly climbs. 

It gets hard to breathe 

in this sharp, brittle air. 

Lungs become fragile as 

each cold breath invades.

The frozen glass inside 

the car slowly thaws.

I begin to soon wonder,

"Why am I here?"

The End