Once I lay my spinning head down
on the desk
and it danced through
the open window, cool and light.
I took a breath, and something filled.
It was a sludge day, but with
the most calming gray sky and
assuring air.
My head kept spinning but it was there
with me, hinting at better things.
In that moment, hope and a breeze were the exact same thing.
Whatever real is, it was.
a feast of crumbs 