Breaktime

Moon light shines down and reflects up from Pacific surface far below Seen briefly through breaking cloud cover hard as steel Ahead are layers of cloud stretching into forever Standing in amongst them like giant trees are the thunderers A forest of flashing silver shadows Glimmering globes bursting wetly Rushing past our roaring engines in ghostly haste No need for wipers at this speed The glass is polished by wind Above us the stars burst in and out of view So close and so many it’s like we’re in them Sitting in the copilot’s seat Drinking in coffee and wonder in equal gulps I smile widely thinking This is how to take a break