connection

the air is alive
and not just because
atoms bounce back and forth
and into my lungs
i breathe something else
an otherworldly voice
threads into my throat
even this paper
flutters under my hand
every swirling thought
every gut feeling
since time began ticking
steeps around me
instead i consume
assume no one's listening
i pursue connection
in a blinking empty box
when, really it's right here
our synapses dancing
speaking a language
the mouth doesn't know
the air is alive
it always has been
and it will be long after
i rise with the sun