I am racing the sunset to my doorstep.
Jet in taxi
Last text message sent.
Smooth jazz oiling disjointed eardrums
As I prepare for a sandwich of clouds.
The water below resembles a
Sequined welcome mat;
A glittery invitation to follow the current course.
We pierce the fluff ceiling like light,
An easy lift through;
Much unlike security checks
or other man-made necessities.