Skywriting {a poem}

Mind travels quickly
across the sky
of my awareness

This is urgent
pay attention
heed every word

I sit here quietly
in my chair –
coffee, pen

Outside glass doors,
barely discernible
first light

The words look so solid
but dissipate and shape-
shift as thoughts drift

and I draft a different
note to self:
when you start to fall

for everything you think,
remember the breath
will catch you
if you let it.