Trust the Breeze Poem by David Michael Jackson

Trusting the Breeze
When the breeze settles upon the
like the cat settles into
the empty box or
when the dust settles
after floating in the air
or appearing
in the shaft of light
from the window,
when suddenly the odor
of ozone in the air before the
settles into the corners of
the afternoon,
then, and only then,
will I turn the page

– David Michael Jackson