Sunday, January 19, 2014

lone warming thought

a passenger plane flew over
purring like a freight train.
oozing a low rumbling hum of vibration
that cloaks all stone of intercity Rome

many someones gliding on approach
are on the pattern.
seat belts buckled, landing gear deployed
i feel them in their excitement.

when the plane has passed
all is quiet morning again.
the next sound is a vender
pushing a squeaky steel wheeled cart to market.

sweet comfort is familiarity.
a shout echoes,  jarring predawn.
then stillness,  allowing me again to slowly awaken
in the comfort of lone warming thought.