Red Plane Floating in Blue

(C) Early 1980’s by Howard Dart Humeston

 

A single engine prop driven

all vermilion airplane flew right

over my head yesterday.  The

sky, all blueness no clouds,

was sailing higher than usual

for this time of the year. But

still, the deep dark redness

of this puttering airplane

settled in my eyes.

 

I looked straight up into it’s

Christ-like cross, and suddenly

the sky was my eye, and the dark red

airplane was my pupil. The soft

purr of the clean engine

was my soul, idling in neutral.

Just floating in the ocean of my eye

sputtering and puttering about, like

an old man growing imaginary flowers

in the middle of his deep

pile carpet.