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.