Sleek

On an airplane
in a hammock to the stars
souls can be wed in the most passionate
of ways;
on board a bird with its flapping wings and turbulence -
and at night with stars below.
a Polish Writer speaks of stars
and a Spanish one of fate.

How swift this flight
and intimate.
How sleek.
Peering out over clouds and humanity below
with its sneaking endless rivers.
Some read books and others magazines;
me, I read magazines and between pages
seek the scenery.

Marquez and the Sea of Cortez,
the Mediterranean, dotted islands and pools.
The Northern Lights at thirty-thousand feet
surround you as in a bowl.
Far below, way beneath
in a reef of blue and white
a turtle swimming acrobats
summersaults and returns to the deep.