flying on a cloudy day
rising in an airplane up and away from the anchor
of land
rising through dense, damp white before
seeing the sun
feeling its heat knowing
that people miles below shiver
under lowering gray
watching the sun revealed
through a veil of water vapor
light spills upon the floor of clouds
reflected white as on the surface
of a still, morning lake
your craft rocked roughly by the fists
of the fussing wind currents
above, the blue that fades to black
where the imagination dusts in stars
below, rolling hills, peaked ridges,
smooth plains all white and soft gray,
the landscape of the sky
and somewhere beneath this new ground
falls snow.
a second blanket covering
the distant memory
of the frozen earth.
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