poem of the day March 23

Does the air

have a say

when it comes

to the art of breathing

Does it enjoy

being inhaled

into countless lungs

full of countless karmas

Does any of that karma

remain in some way

attached like vapor dust 

to the air as it is exhaled

back into the ethereal sea

If so, can it, does it infect 

the next soul with strange dreams

that float unseen until inhaled

into the lungs of a you or a me