These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

It's in The Air

The first step in a coffee shop,
aroma's in the air.
The gift I never want to stop.
Just close my eyes. I'm there.

A hurricane may come this way.
It's in the air, again.
My heart is shaky, in dismay.
It wonders, "Really? When?"

Election? Has it been four years?
It's in the air, again.
Amid the "truths," and often jeers,
will anybody win?

A coffee shop in Antarctica.
It's the place we need to be.
In the air, each breath wins the
new life from all we see.

by Jay O’Toole
on November 4th, 2024