it was daytime on the plane
the sun sneaked into my window from its glare on cotton balls
light shined on the cook book I was reading
and I tried to think of which food you’d like-
then-
the clouds opened and revealed a whole town
submerged in darkness with orange lights burning
it was the strangest thing I had ever seen
(are we not of the same sky?)
me:
of pure sun and just below
darkness
as if peering into a murky fish tank
with buildings strategically placed in dark gravel
and dust rising and resting in floating rings around each one
How I wish you were with me to see this-
I’d tap your leg
Although I know you’d just open one eye
nod-
then go back to sleeping.
Labels: poetry, strange inspirations