Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Late Flight

Thirty-seven thousand feet
and flying east
through the sunset
into the night
The sea of
pearltopped cloudfire
below
fades
the boundaries
of vision
become infinite in darkness
only the reflected crack
of red strobe lights
interrupts
imagination
Interior lights dimmed
attendants withdraw
behind their curtains
reading lights die singly
until only a few
shine like tiny buoys
in the close darkness
conversation
turns desultory
fades
into the privacy of thought
I feel alone
in this dim thin-skinned tunnel
shuddering gently
through the sky yet
know
I share it
with two hundred
other unknown lives
know
I sweep above millions more
on the planet turning
seven miles below
sense
the gravity
of their random mass
as I pass over.

10 comments:

5th Muse said...

nice ...

Fingers said...

Coyote, how do you baptise your poems?
Lucy

Laban T Walker said...

thoughtful

The Chair said...

Really puts me in that spot I've earned all those aeroplan points over the years. Nice one.

coyote said...

Hello, all... obviously time for a blanket reply party:

Hi, Muse. I liked your Sunday poem. One of your best.

Hi, Lucy. I'm not sure I understand. What do you mean, precisely, by baptise?

Welcome, ltw.

Hi, Chair. (I like saying that almost as much as 'Hey, Nonny'...) Good to see you reclined back from the upright position. Do you usually fasten your tray up or down?

lucy said...

How do you give names to your poems....

coyote said...

Oh, I see. I hadn't thought deeply about the how and why of it until you asked, but naming is fairly important. Um, mostly the names are just what the poem's about, in my mind. Maybe subject, maybe mood, maybe some kind of tisane of both. Sometimes they come from one of the pivotal lines (You are dreamreal...) sometimes I'm being a smartass (Une histoire de la pensée), and sometimes I just dream them. Dreaming is big, with coyotes.

Lucy said...

Dreaming should be big with everyone...I'd say.

Fingers said...

I'm making a go at painting out Topography...wish me luck.
Also, trying to paint somethng for Rarified.

coyote said...

Luck, then. I'm interested to see how you see them.