Routine Poem by BiggRich Shuping

It's been a while since
I felt the brush of the wind against my skin
This air is stagnant, stale even
The stench antagonise my nostrils
I need a change in the wind

The hairs on my skin long for a brush
Of a cool morning breeze
Even seasons seem to be standing still
Oh how I miss the crisp chill
Of a winter morning
Or the autom winds
When trees would shake
Shedding off old leaves
To feed the soil for a new awakening

But in this realm
The air is stagnant, stale even
The stench antagonise my nostrils
Oh how I long for change in the wind

The sea yawns out of boredom
As no waves come out to play
All is still in this dense thickness
Of the atmosphere
Birds too seem to have lost their song
And clouds hang low
But only to mock the soil
No rain is in sight
Only this thick stagnant wind
That gives no lift
To a sparrow's flapping wings

I need a change in the air
Some rain, rainbow, colour
To add some flair
Bring me change so I can breathe again