After a Few Days Away
I drive through
A steam-filled
World
At home, more
News of dying
Both by design
And unassigned
I gather in
Headlines and
Their stories
While struggling
To breathe hot
Wet solid air
Searching for
Hope-openings
Through which
To inhale
clcouch123 
August 4, 2016 at 5:28 pm
“hope-openings” I like these words. Places where you can breathe and there is no steam, or hot sweaty air to choke you. Also, I think it is a kenning, amd that delighted me. I hope the world finds these Hope-openings, I which to survive through too. Great write.
August 5, 2016 at 5:49 pm
I wasn’t satisfied enough to post the poem until I found or made that word. It would be great to have such places in the world. I hadn’t thought in such a widespread way. Thank you, Mandi!
August 5, 2016 at 6:17 am
i agree with Mandi! 🙂 That term is beautifully made, brother. I can sense some tiredness in this piece but there is a hopeful end, I guess. 🙂
August 5, 2016 at 5:51 pm
Well, part of the poem is autobiographical. Since coming back from visiting family in a higher and more northern place, I have had an especially challenging time of breathing. Today in the news more heat and humidity were announced. So you saw the tiredness right, sister!
August 7, 2016 at 10:35 pm
Oh dear! I hope weather will be friendlier this week, brother!
August 7, 2016 at 11:49 pm
Today the humidity broke a little. I enjoyed the change. Thank you, sister!