Prickmedainty Poetry

Limbosphere

I sit still.

The plane hums under my feet,

Alive and very much wild.

Thunder screams over hot metal flanks

As sunlight slants off wide, white wings.

Safe in the dragon's heart,

I peek through my tiny window

And watch cloud savannahs shiver,

Tumbling vapors stretching mist

Like a silver fleece to the horizon's hem.

Lost in the blue eye of vastness,

I could believe myself

Alone,

Beautifully stranded between

Heaven and Earth,

The last human—

Or the first.

I sit still

And wonder.