Up, Up, and Away!
Oh! Rapture at 10,000 feet and climbing,
a rare treat.
No mortal had the chance before the Wrights
To soar on the wing, higher than the birds.
Above the ocean
and into the celestial sea.
an illusionary net of cotton ball clouds
upon which the imaginary god Zeus might perch
of no aid if things go south
The beauty of the filtered sunlight
makes you forget
the errand you are on
Then clouds turn from meadows into fierce mountains
their jagged edges in relief agains the dimming sky
A few miles and minutes more
they settle into a calm sea
making a horizon against the sun's waning light
Down the plane goes,
down like the sun
Until a few glimmers from above shine up
The lights and the sky grow bolder
competing for the night
As the wing hovers between the beauty
Making its choice
it leaves the sky behind
Rushing to the welcoming lights
a touchdown
The pleasure was mine.
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