Seth’s World View

Down, below the clouds
a network of colors paint a picture
laying out the lives of many
as the elite peer closely,
white air dances around the plane,
a dusty mist of pourous proportions


One could jump out, free fall,
and land on the soft brown quilt
laced together with green yarn
A lovely state of farmland


I wish to swim in the artic sea
so it seams, with ice blue tinted waters
breathing deep… tasting the cottony candy clouds
and backstroking from cover to
over, last to dive into the
centerpiece and shoot straightaway
to the Z dimension
spinning
sharply in a crisp descent
air across my face,
I feel the sky,
glaringly meeting the ground
a profound mixture of dark and light
a sight, unlike any other
with a grin, taking it all in.

May 5, 2001
Enroute to Denver from DC via Frontier Boeing 737