Sailing Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Sailing



The crescent moon was like a boat
On the ocean, moving away from us,
Sailing back smoothly, seen through window-pane
Of the Airbus 320 from Delhi to Mumbai.

And then, suddenly a huge air-wave
Pushed her up and up to the zenith,
Our plane had to be steered to the left
So the little scallop shot straight up above,
Resting awhile on top of the heaven
And we aslant, between her and horizon.

My lonely companion of the darkening sky,
Any half of the month, growing or diminishing,
She bathes my eyes with soft moonlight,
Taking my mind away for moments
From the strife-torn, or boring chores of the day.

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