and i fly . . .

and i fly

i look out the window

and i see and unending carpet

of billowing clouds

clouding my view of what lies beneath me

in my mind’s halls of wonder

i conjure the possibilities

is it Land

is it Sea

is it another extension of Me

i have come here

from a place called “The Future”

that i may experience this History

that is in the making of my “Now”

seated in 200 +/- Tons of Steel and Plastic

being thrusted through space

by the blood that used to flow

in the Womb of the Mother

the noise is deafening

and the deathening of life

 as we once knew it

is unfolding

to reveal our past darkness in the light of this day . . . now

and some how there is comfort in the knowing

that there is a future

and i fly

© 12 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.