We cruise at 30,000 feet
half way between
departure and arrival,
the arm rest next to me
its body deep in sleep.
The flight attendant’s eye lash
briefly glowing orange with
morning light streaming
through my porthole window.
Her smile in profile moves away within my mind
as light contrails
behind a moving candle.
My seat too far forward to
rest my head back comfortably,
a metal bar against
a knobby bump
along my spine;
the button to recline is broken.
Outside a wedge of orange and gray,
fields of fallen snow, rush past
a sea of blue to the far horizon.
Deserts rise to mountain peaks
crowned by cloud formations.
White light from above
across the plains below.
I close my eyes and watch inside
the lash and smile that came to me
through morning light,
the dreams of past life next to me,
clouds and seas and mountain peaks
stretching to the horizon,
a candle’s light that streams behind
the sight of rushing destiny.