The fur of air
on my forearm
reminds me of caves
and forests I think
I must have known.
Is it mink, or is it
bear or bison —
perhaps cougar or
tiger?
I have to admit
that perhaps
it’s a fat domestic cat
I’m recalling,
or a poodle
asleep on the cushion
of my big couch.
It’s animal presence,
that’s all I know. Even Fido
and Fluffy were
wild once
and maybe feeling this
is the first step
back toward ferality
for all of us.
Dark Matter 
August 18th, 2011 at 10:38 am
what’s the fur of air?
August 18th, 2011 at 10:50 am
Think of the way a breeze feels on your bare forearm skin…kinda like being brushed with soft fur.