above a storm

audiobook in my ears:

the clouds just below me

 

flight attendant’s voice:

the clouds below the clouds below me, draped over peaks

 

a kar a me mantra:

the vapor layer below that voice

 

my hope:

the plane’s shadow below the mantra, tiny on a blanket of clouds,

enlarging as we descend through grey mist

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