Between Two Clouds
Above hang clouds, flat bottomed and heavy,
the propellers absentmindedly snick, snicking at
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
Lights appear in the darkness.
I am home.
Terrific! Did you write that on the ‘plane?
It half wrote itself on the plane. Then I let it percolate for a while and wrote it out the next morning. It was a good exercise in training myself to hold on to a moment.
This is really beautiful.
Thank you. I very much appreciate you taking the time to comment. 🙂