ocean in the sky

the weather was fare. set to consume. we soar on the thermal breezes and catch ourselves in the branches on the way down.

clarity is slow running water. i play with every faucet in the house. plunge fingers into fountains and splash my face repeatedly. consume litres of rain at a time.

this apprehension is flowing but i am unsure of the direction. set adrift but still sighting land. throwing my anchor at the sky to catch constellations. test the depth so i don't run aground.