I left it hanging in the air
it was easier
like forgotten jeans on a washing line
he asked for an answer
I let it wait
I left it hanging in the air
I travelled an ocean
bought a pearl
spoke a different language
but there it waited the question in the air
something felt heavy
the air stopped flowing
‘Where am I?’
‘At the bottom of the ocean’
they said
‘But how’ I said
‘It’s the question in the air’ they said
so I took down the jeans from the washing line
and there came this roaring pain