Far From Home
I watched the sky come ablaze
At the rim of the sea of clouds
Far across at the horizon,
And as I looked up I saw a magnificent gradient:
The spectrum as the red of dawn rushed up
Into an orange, yellow,
Then a strange green…
Perhaps not peculiar a hue,
But green – though it rarely is – before melting
Into the blue
Of the night soon to end.
I watched as the spectrum enveloped itself
Onto the aluminium surface of the wings
As the aircraft circled and tilted.
The reflection of the sky,
The rays captured by the clouds
I watched the artery and veins of the city:
The stretches of yellow-lit highways
And the early morning traffic that paced through.
Through ten-thousand kilometres,
Far from home.