The View From Thirty-Six Thousand Feet Up
The pilot formally announced
the desired cruising height was reached.
At three hundred and forty knots
the plane flew like a cruise missile.
As I peered out of my window
above cotton cumulus clouds
such stunning sights of serene scenes
within my musing mind did meld.
Blue-grey clouds created an ocean
of tranquility and beauty
in which islands of snow-like clouds
reared up like Matterhorn Mountain.
Frosty formations of forests
blessed with Amazonian beauty
with canopies of white for green
punctuated the placid landscape.
Like a giant anaconda
a waveless river wound its way
through the wispy white cloud forest
which lined its lush banks on both sides.
Towards the West, the setting sun
showered smiles of satisfaction
on a stunning snow-covered strand
stretching out to the horizon.
I saw a lofty mountain range
Of fluffy white cumulus clouds
overlooking a vast ocean
with a bow-shaped beach at its base.
The images that each one sees
as they look down from up above
are vast and varied as the sum
of grains of sand upon the shore.
They are the figments of our mind
much like the biases which blind
our eyes to those not of our kind,
and who in thought we have maligned.
If we would only take the risk
of getting close to different folks,
and learning who they truly are
we will very soon discover;
that the biases which so blind,
and confine us to our own kind,
like the images, we soon find
are only figments of the mind.
Copyright © David Richmond | Year Posted 2022
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