The Flight
Above the treetops' fragile silhouettes
Outside the window that I pressed my thoughts against,
In a summer sky deep with midnight,
Three strange red points of light appeared.
I strained my eyes to catch the ship's descent,
Awaiting perfect circles to be etched
By foreign metal touching down
On the earth of my backyard.
My mind defied relativity then
As it flew beyond the sky on wings of light;
Past the fusion births of suns
I follwed the trails that comets left behind.
I alit on distant cratered worlds
Where my feet lost their gravity
And found at last my perfect place
At home in the empire of the stars.
Then the 747 disappeared
Behind the neighbors' roof,
And the hundred businessmen it carried
Disembarked
And hailed a cab to their hotel.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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