premonition

icy grey sky heavy with snow and wind. storm and fury and now now now and then it was now and it was clouds parting on command. it was morning and it was good to be early, good to have staked my claim on stormy skies and to fall softly into pink orange deep bruised purple morning.

the sky i was born under brought stars closer to the earth, the sun closer to our heads. a mile off the lowest ground, the far-off sea. the air was thin, the mountains were sky-capped, ice topped rocky crags and galloping beasts. the sky that brought me into itself, the sky that birthed me, summoned me, landed me square and squat on the red earth with cave drawings and pueblos and thin-aired sweet green evergreens. winding mountain roads no guardrail, no guessing when you might sail off the edge, straight back into the thin-aired sky.

sky i was born under has north star like any other sky i know, has big bright fist-sized planets, moons the size of your head. sky tells the story of travel arc and trajectory and mad mad ramblings made for the sake of the search. sky told the story of cupped palms, open heart, who i will be for you and who i will be for me. sky a roadmap, sky a storming raging vengeful thing, ice heavy and serious, until she has had enough and we have had enough together and a birth happens and we are glad to be, both of us, closer to the ground than we've been in a long, long time.


(freewrite: the sky you were born under, or a premonition: 11 minutes)