At 33,000 Feet Poem by Kirby Wright

At 33,000 Feet



A gray wing vibrates the sky
Between California and Hawaii.

Below, the ocean corrugates.
The shadows of clouds

Float the purple surface.
There are ghosts in the water

Whispering about us
As if they know who we are.

An island looms like a continent,
Its volcanic cone

Rising above the clouds.
I am almost home.

At 33,000 Feet
Monday, July 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: ghosts,islands
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Kirby Wright

Kirby Wright

Honolulu, Hawaii
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