Read Write Poem/Day 17/Elemental

Air

The questionnaire said
I was more air than earth
and sometimes fire
and that cooked, in general,
worked better than raw
on my wind-like nerves
which blow and scatter the contents
of my mind, until sometimes I just
want to walk these thoughts
right out of my brain, until my legs
are weary, my eyes tired and in my dreams
I sit on the grass at the edge of a brook,
the sun warming my shoulders, and I lay
on my belly reading Whitman.
The questionnaire said
I was more air than earth and offered some
suggestions for balance. But the thing is,
sometimes I am at my best when I am
jacked on caffeine and a storm is raging.