the airplane engine started up as
powerful as forgiveness
upward immersion into blue layers
baby, light, cornflower
Pacific in ultramarine below
white plumes
pause with deliberation
before dissolving
balloons, blooms, bangles of clean
cream-capped mountains
clouds and white boats
pervade the beds of blues
the same dimension
as my headspace
awakening as a white lotus
soaring at an even pace
with my false bravado
he said to enjoy the flight home
you too I thought
holding his white, blue-veined hand
I am resolved to enjoy
temporary clouds, transitioning sky
eternal beauty in
doing what I was told
Cindy Patrick
Cindy, 57, lives in a Vancouver Island rainforest. She cashiers part-time at a grocery store. Her poems appeared in Blank Spaces, Subjectiv and High Shelf Press.