Night Flying
By Tom Giemza - (tgiemza@brooks.com)

                Somehow clipping the edge
                of a cumulus cloud
                seems to cure the blues.
                And a cockpit shout and
                laugh out loud takes
                away wispy, blond-hair
                teary memories of that
                which must never had
                been meant to be.

                Night flight radio chatter
                of controllers and crew
                transitioning here and there
                in a starry and black velvet sky
                sing a music not many hear
                -orchestra to the motion
                of the party of we few who
                mark our paths as flashing stars-

                magical traces over warm
                dark and light-speckled earth.

                Up here I sip in a draught
                of pure thin air and
                am a laughing
                wayward boy
                once more.

                And when my wheels
                touch down
                I'm sometimes ready to try to
                make sense of you all over again.

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