Fresh Air

Fresh Air

Calm down, it’s not a net
around you, it’s a tent.

The flap is right here,
step outside if you need

fresh air, for this place
to spritz you with air

straight from a pine tree’s
mouth. Thunder’s ok,

rain is ok, that’s what
the tent is for, remember.

Don’t confuse shelter with
trap, the mountains are

all around, and the grass
is still soft on either side

of the path that you sidled
down when you came to us

this morning. Last year,
I mean. Whenever, it’s

summer here and winter
elsewhere, simultaneously,

anyway. Looking back, who
knows what you’ll think.