Descent.

Looking out a window
into an endless plain
a gradation of blue
from light
to dark
from Earth
to Eternity.

But there are patches in this sea
discrete bundles
clouds
islands of white, grey
and Black.

And still there are more holes
in what once seemed endless
infinity
is an illusion
these holes are yet
more real
islands of brown, mauve, yellow, and green
the fruits of chaos
and of organization
human endeavors
farms, roads, factories.

But still
these sights do not preturb
they do not break the peace
I am above them
closer to eternity than banality
peacefully observing
but detached and disconnected.





No!  Cacophany!
My gaze averted
drawn away by a 
sickening ding
a warning
I buckle my seatbelt
and brace for landing
turning away from an increasingly 
disturbing view in the window
as the ground looms closer and closer and closer.

The plane descends
I take a cautious look
out the window
and a horror looms in front
in front of me
I see
a road, a path, a runway
an unavoidable way
an unvaviodable destination
as we return 
to Earth.