In Flight
I had been
So Afraid,
But as the ground
Began to shrink
Bit
by
Bit,
Until Everything
Below become
Infinitesimally
flat and small,
Even Fear
Paused
To look
In Awe.
The deep sorrows of
The truly good
Rarely show—
Except when they are
Helplessly unveiled
In the mute
Solemn,
And elusive grimace
Of the Angel.
Oh Yes,
We surely have spent
This Daylight
Thinking of
And preparing for
The new Dawn—
All the Grit
And hardy Sweat
Expended
Rebelling against
The Eternal Doubt of
No Tomorrow.