A vertigo of surprise.
Finding familiars in a sky of clouds
Finger contrails plotting and lining
Pretending to be good at it.
Imagining invisibles actually connecting
Like a god plan divined by chapter and verse.
These laboured machinations,
These flimsy possibilities,
This grownup audacity
and petulant antigrowth
Invite only a vertigo of surprise.
Updrafting, lifting me
To an altitude to see beyond.
Up where the air whispers cold advice
Where horizons become limits
And breaths become numbered.