Air

Struggling, lungs draw in

Air, not quite meeting their

Quota. Head spins,

Dizzy without its usual

Take from the lungs’

Acquisition. They tumble

Together into soft sheets

And mourn the missing

Element together,

Slumbering, hoping

It will return soon.

(This is my October 31st, and final, contribution to Poem A Day October. I used the following writing prompt: Write about smoke, clouds, air, wind, or gases.)