On a Plane

On a Plane

I understand the Universe is out there, in the sky, and that we are at the mercy of a greater machine. Every star holds worlds in a harmonious rotation. Every bit of darkness keeps a secret, waiting to be seen. The sun rises on the other side of our sphere, unseen by the people of this lonely vessel- solitary, dancing with the sky. And the sky dances with it, just as millions below begin their daily dance. A faint bluish glow starts at the edge of existence, and the stars dance away.

Summer 2010

I wrote this short piece while on the plane to France last summer. I feel that considering I've started the same journey again, this is a fitting work to begin with.