Conscious Vapor

by Elan Justice

Clouds from aboveI rode a plane into the sky
so I could be away from here.
A clouded membrane, far too high
penetrated without fear.

And as I gazed on grey below,
coils rippling beneath the plane,
the shuttering of consciousness
upon recognizing Her very brain.

All those clouds, all that grey matter,
concentrated humidity—
but if I am not immersed in Her
does She still remember me?

Entities that are not present
cannot be lost so tragically,
or evaporate
We are all
rivers and rain,

Elan Justice

Elan Justice is an apprentice of the Feri Reclaiming Tradition and a student of medieval English literature and philosophy from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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