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.

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