In a jet I look earthward
As the sun dips in the west,
And the clouds lay below me
Rolling out to the edge
Of this sky-domed open rotunda.
The drone of the engine
And sultry rebreathed air
Make me drowsy as I watch with heavy eyes.
I may have dreamed it but I swear
I saw in the folds of one nimbus
A nymph letting down her hair
Of burnished auburn and gold
That had been twisted tightly in a bun
And now she unfurls those thick wild curls
In a disheveled heap on her pillow
As she sinks into a feather bed.
Above the Clouds
