Fresh Air

As I walk around my garden
to view natures' wondrous plants
the air in front knows I’m coming
by my every breath as I advance.

The air behind knows I’ve been there
as it settles down in my wake
and wonders what has passed through it
like a knife that slices a cake.

Notes by the Author

This fascinating concept of air having knowledge, occurred to me one day as I was enjoying the scents of summer flowers.