Snow and Air

When it snows

And the wind blows through it,

You don't see the wind,

Nor is the snow the wind.

The movement of flakes

In clouds and gusts

Is an effect of the wind,

And that's all we see.

What is air

That ebbs and breathes?

You don't see the wind,

But the air is the wind,

A current of specks

More docile than snow.

What's one with the wind

Feels not its resistance.

A flowing of specks

More docile than snow.

When they're caught in the current,

They no longer feel the wind.

A river of sky,

Not seen, nor felt.

When you're deepest in the current

You might feel nothing.