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.