Airborne Poem by Bryan Riley

We could have been anywhere,
not necessarily flying
from Boston to Charlotte;
the same scene i have viewed
a dozen times before....
I'm not convinced she
is a harlot- I guess we'll
find out soon enough
My seat just behind
the left-hand wing-
clouds motionless,
suspended in the sky like
insects in amber resin
sunlight glinting off
the left-hand wing

Below, the great press
of humankind- networks
of streets and structures
marring the landscape
And underneath it all
the earth lay naked
under the sun, the
roads and waterways
looking from up here
a lot like extensive
scarring that
criss-crossed
her breast.