Thursday, September 23, 2010

Flying on the Equinox

Virgin America flight 935
departure time 6:50pm

The western horizon.
Sun fall
we sail along the ant-carved coastline.
only Jupiter hanging still in the bluest of Night.
Every color on a pallet hanging horizontal,
gradients turning with time.

The fading light and closing colors lasted
the entirety of the flight.
Timing, beyond perfect.

It's difficult for me to find the words
(maybe it's because I'm all in an excited fluster)

In gist, It was a magical Equinox.

1 comment:

sweet murmurs said...

it was an amazing sign!
a gift.
a metaphor
a herald of change
with such splendor
that our words
into cellular memory.