drifting through the celestial seas. i’m a contented captain. when unforseen gusts appear. invade. steer. twist. and turn me midstride. pull one way. push the next. pinning limb to sky. leaving imprints. forms. of my evolving shapes. the frustrations. nuanced annoyances. that build on those hair-in-the-face days. test one’s resolve. and ask where can you find breath. in deceptive blue skies.