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.
