Thirty-six Thousand Feet After Mom’s Death

Night descends slowly, like understanding,
the great leveling out below–
where land dresses in shadows
and light belongs to those in flight.

Earth dims to darkness
like a faceless conversation;
frozen explosions ascend,
ghosts of prayer and dreams.

Here, I embrace the expanse of you
while a rainbow flattens into gold.

A raving insomniac God is craving rest,
if only creation could pause without ending.

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