All That I Need Is the Air that I Breathe

Endless amounts of trash
packages in, garbage out
the world filling
darkened skies
mountains of refuse

Mondays and Fridays
are designated as
trash days

Pack up the unusable
unwanted
broken
forgotten

And throw it in a bin
The earth floats in
this infinite soup
of the no longer
wanted

But deep down, towards
the center swims a spark of hope
clad in vinyl (recycled) for
protection from the hazardous
elements all around

an ingenious adaptation of
a snorkel fused with a tree
provides oxygen to the diver
while she collects the

All That I Need Is the Air that I Breathe

newly wanted, people and things
that can serve a purpose again

and she begins the process
of restoring order to a planet
too long neglected.