Leaving Minneapolis

At 10,000 feet we rose through soft, voluminous canyons--- Dark billows whose slow swell was undisturbed by our passage. At 20,000 feet, the first few glimpses--- Three short days, and the promise of Her full beauty is fulfilled, And yet She is shy--- Below, patches of dull silver offer glances, graces--- A lake, a river, a pond, a stream--- Slyly She slides, slips from one silken scarf to the next--- She teases with hints--- Then, for three breathless seconds, She swims boldly before me, Her bright beauty bared--- All this time, with feet planted on Earth, I have watched Her rule the heavens And longed to embrace Her--- And now that I approach Her home, I find Her down there, where I was--- Still laughing gently--- Still delicate, my deliciously desirable Diana---