15.      In flight

Tonight the skies erupted into a fire bath

that decayed into shrouds of flannel silk

splayed to the east.

Moving at four hundred miles per hour

away from the sunset

towards where the sky turns all of the colors

of autumn on its way to black.

Reflected off of the clouds,

the baby blue to orange to pink to navy, to

lights out at the edge of an atmospheric event.

I searched for you again today,

for that lift in the air that happens

when my heart settles on you and pauses.