Ventilate

Originally published in Yinna volume 2.

Windows in my head 	
fly open for the first time.
My soul staggers back 
the effort overwhelming 
strenuous.
Fatigued from years of conflict with 
plaque covered panes. 
Yellow, hard and gritsy 
like teeth.
Now cleaned away.

Look at the view! 
My soul soaks up the sight 
Takes down drab drapes 
confining curtains 
to throw away and burn.
Blocked the sun far too long.

Breeze blows clear through 
Corner cobwebs come loose
papers on the desk get unglued as 
un-filed forms fall on the floor 
agitating the dust bunnies
who know their multiplying days are done.

Resident musty funk fights fiercely with 
this foreign freshness. 
New wind kicks ass. 
Unwelcome stale air
gets pushed out
back through my ears.

Phone rings insistent. Memory on line two.
Call back. Better yet; 
leave a message at the tone.

Note to self:
New number needed.

Soul breathes in 
deep.
Sun shining through windows 
changes everything.
New in sight.
Fresh out look.
Office redecoration 
top priority.