Author's Note: Eleventh in the series. Is it real if you can't touch it?

On the Crumbling Crag of Doubt
A Poetry Series

Number Eleven:

Air

Invisible and intangible
You cannot put your finger on it

Ego
Just air
Just air

Without
Its own scent and its own taste
But sometimes you can breathe in it

Talent
Just air
Just air

Heat it and
It can burn and it can steam
And sometimes it is soothing too

Friendship
Just air
Just air

Chill it and
There's water or even ice
Invigorating, it's so cool

Love
Just air
Just air

Your words
Elevation, elation
And simultaneously degrading

Your words
Just air
Just air

~August 2003, RMKS

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