Billows
by Carmen H Gray
Today I looked up and saw
Ribbons of white summoning my eyes
They reminded me how the time is now
My hot breath the engine
Forming billows of momentary exhaust
In my own expansive sky
For the ants beneath my feet
Today I caught that second when
His eyes met with yours
I saw the electricity flowing
Like those captivating contrails
Saturation Vapor Pressure
Over Ice
A mixture of luck and presence
And gratitude for being here in this now
Monarca Rising 