Tuesday, October 02, 2007
WI: The Journey
Pelicans
Imagine
60 miles above Midway
The silica tiles glowing
At 2300 degrees Fahrenheit
With a red light, or white
Or blue like any other early
Star, and somewhere
Off the coast of Florida
The sun rises and a flight
Of pelicans waits inland
For splashdown
36 sunrises after ignition
The blue-flame engines burn
Meteorlike, it falls
The birds fall and rise
Above the blue-green glitter
Of the tide
Imagine
6-tenths of a second after
The last bird dives into a wave
The slight deceleration
The last roll reversal at Mach 2.6
A tail of flame and a double
Sonic boom
Followed by a whir
Of wings
(Photo: Brown Pelicans in the Sunrise, by Shuttershrink)
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8 comments:
The more I read, the more I crave. You have a depth with the right amount of accessibility. Fine post!
So beautiful... your words take me to flight and into the sunset... lovely.
Tumblewords said it better than I could so I will simply agree.
Robin arrives at my house between 10: 30 and 11 this morning, Batman awaits!
You have a skill for making even the frightening beautiful. Your poems always leave me silent - good poetry often does.
Ooooooooooooooooooooh! WONDERFUL imagery. I was completely there. Thank you for this awesome post.
So..next time you need to be that astronaut. You have such a feel and passion for space...
Did you ever see Space Cowboys?
I think you would like it...
It's a very fine poem.
I did see Space Cowboys. But see, the deal is, I am basically a coward, a stay-at-home. Not that I wouldn't jump at the chance take a ride with the astronauts. Maybe....
And I am mathematically challenged.
Thank you, everyone who came, and read, and liked. I appreciate your comments!
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