From this height, everything feels out of reach. Even birds too low for comfort. I press cloud copses into shapes so I can contain something other than the infinite. Since origin I have longed for the definition of an open window, the final word of a prayer, the certainty of a flight plan. After all, each thing below has a given limit & all I know is my body begins and ends with horizon.

Sometimes this loneliness thunders: a singular coin in a beggar’s cup.

Jaclyn Rachel (she/they) is a hard-of-hearing, queer disabled poet and aspiring creative nonfiction writer. She has an MFA in poetry from UCR MFA in Creative Writing and Writing for the Performing Arts, where she received a scholarship to attend the Community of Writers Poetry Workshop. Her work has appeared in Winter Tangerine, NAILED Magazine, The Legendary, and Chapparal. When not engaged in the writing life, Jaclyn builds SEO campaigns for a tech startup.