Scene from Above

The landscape below us becomes familiar

and I have a sense of homecoming

in my adopted land,

as we circle Faro,

defying gravity in this metal canister.

I see our shadow race below us

as the salt marshes come closer,

looking like blue-green curds

their organic shapes held together

by threads of green salt bush banks.

Along the edge of the land

there is the golden sand

and the white, lacy froth

and the blue, blue sea

wrinkling into the far distance.

I hold my breath as we roar

above the runway

and press down into my shoes,

head down, gripping hands

I clear away all plans

Then we're stopped

and standing on the tarmac.

New plans are made. Prayers are said. 

Bags are grabbed

'Thank you God for our daily bread'.

(Gravity,plans, thread, salt, breath shadow, sands, shoes, bread, sense, head, landscape)