Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Sky watching

A small plane in the sky

i will always look up

when i hear
the soft hum
of a small plane

as it flies far
above
over me

to see where

so small a thing
in so vast a blue expanse

i

even smaller
down here

can't help
but smile

as i squint to see

the craft
one man
arms wide
soaring

higher
than the birds.


(Inspired by HVP's photo "Looking Up" )

5 comments:

Fred said...

I like the way this piece plays out. You have the attraction to the object above, how it makes you feel, yet the squinting makes it all seem like a dream, definitely imposing the distance down, very well crafted, I really enjoyed the read, thanks

Ravenblack said...

Thanks for the feedback, Fred. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

liv2write2day said...

When I was a baby my father, a pilot, lost his life in WWII. Not quite understanding things, as a child I used to watch planes and ask my mother if that was my daddy coming home. This made me think of that. Nice poem.

cindyeksuzian said...

Yes! :) and today it hummed with the chirping grasshoppers all over the trail! Nice simple poem and a great way to bring sky and earth together.

Ravenblack said...

live2write: Appreciate you sharing that heartfelt memory.

Cindy: thanks. More photos of your explorations on the trail soon, I hope? :)