The brimming sunset
Seen from above
The cloudy blanket
Is boldly painted
And daintily brushed
Fluffed and crystallized
Within this airplane
Window of pink.
It does its thing
Day out, day in
While we do ours
Hour upon hour until
We happen to fly
Freely we buy cages
Wait for ages
Make like birds
And then return
To the feathery nest
Where sometimes
We are taken in
By the sunset
As it brims
Written 5-5-08
Onboard an AeroMexico flight home to LAX from Cancun