I am riding along side the Big Dipper
or so it seems.
Honolulu headed to Los Angeles at 39,000 feet
window shades drawn up
pitch black skies with stars so close
I want to pull them in and
put them in my pockets.
Familiar murmur of the late night cabin;
sleeping adults and animated children,
the steady muted drone of an airplane going 575 mph.
We seem suspended in this darkness,
living our momentary purposeful lives
yet moving forward.
Vacations ending and reality revving up again.
The waves, cleansing warm rains, family embraces, laughter
and memories tattooed onto our hearts and souls
will remain long after the tans fade.