Innocence.

[Pat Muldoon]

INNOCENCE

 

I can't find air.
One night, when all the lights were out,
I tried to sneak up on it.
I scooped the air with my jar.
The following morning I checked it.
I couldn’t see any air there.

I thought I might taste it.
I tried sticking my tongue out many times
but I just got funny looks from dad.
I tried smelling it too.
I sniffed all over and never caught a whiff.
Not of just air.

Once I spun round really fast.
I could feel something swishing through my fingers.
I think it was air but I'm not sure.
I also tried listening for it.
I chased a bee in the back garden and heard swooshing in my ears.
Might have been air?

One day my mum died.
I asked my dad why did mum die?
He said she ran out of air.
It’s important I put some air in my jar.
It’s important ‘cause I want to give it to my dad to give to mum.
If mum wakes up I'll know air exists.

Edited July 28, 2020 by Pat Muldoon

[jhanover]

It’s quirky and original, though it leans towards the predictable it goes a different direction. Great write.

[Jac]

l really like this poem. Very apt title.

l liked the line

'l tried to sneak up on it'..made me wonder why the poet would want to do that, so l read on.

Then the last line got me. Sad but true.

We live in Innocence but for such a short time