Epiphany in the Sky

The flight attendant

Hands me

Tea

Hot water, plain black tea bag, processed white sugar

Judgement

Then

An epiphany in the sky

Even up here

Especially up here

As the sun rises through a petal dawn

Of cotton candy clouds

It’s a perfect spot

To be mindful

It brews

I brew

Sanctity

The little red heart stirrer

Stirs my heart

As I settle into

My ceremony of tea