Cradling its fleshcargo in dozy comfort,
the aircraft drones obliquely toward that hairline
crack of roseate traced on dimness. Gleams
released from roiling cloudbank pool on metal,
pinkmagenta, triplicate on wingspan,
mildly strawberry tint the aerial sheepskin
carpet spread below. Warm rays brush vestiges
of sleepiness from eyes turned toward small windows
(Why did 6F have to pull her shade down,
blot out the resurrection of such light?)
Traveljoy rekindles, though any day
snatched from the varied, brooding moods of darkness
is worthy destination in itself.