Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Between Two Clouds

Above hang clouds, flat bottomed and heavy,
the propellers absentmindedly snick, snicking at
their bellies.
Below, clouds breathe and shift like a living thing.
I am in an airplane sandwich,
suspended in a pocket of clarity,
cloud above, cloud below with the sunset
spilling in from the side, trickling,
staining the slices of cloud
like the pink juice from a ripe tomato.
the bottom slice tears, the way
bread does when you try to spread
hard butter.
Lights appear in the darkness.
I am home.

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4 thoughts on “Between Two Clouds

  1. Tony Crafter on said:

    Terrific! Did you write that on the ‘plane?

  2. This is really beautiful.

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