High above:
The sheep-cloud being pushed by wind
her cotton tail wandering across the sky.
Peering down through
the uncontrolled clouds, I see
free-born valleys, knolls, and
Green foliages decorating the ground.
the birch perches on the riverbank,
and bluebells dancing in the breeze!
Illusions of Immortal souls strung across the heavens
like miles and miles of twinkling stars
dancing on the Milky Way
signaling forget-not New Orleans'
bayous with no mate.
Standing still- it feels- some thirty thousand feet above
above fields of cotton, vines creeping on the ground
strings of seedy black eyed watermellons, and their
juicy sweet hearts bursting with happiness
and leaving black seeds for generations
Oh my, how poets images and perception
give such delight to a Brooklynite!
The huge plane tilts downward,
its long nose pushes aside the
gray and white clouds then, run
to meet the greeting runway.
Almedia Knight
July 2009
Almedia Knight Oliver
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gazing-through-airplane-s-pane/
