The sky’s so thick with gray
not even the faintest shape

of cloud shows through.
Somewhere behind, the planes

drag their wings along
a current of air.

The sun a moment makes
this subtle U of light

in a corner of my view
before taking flight. Angel,

wing, the undefined thing
I thought I saw that wasn’t

really there. Not even the birds think
to close the gap between the pine & yew.

So many voices in the sky
to hold inside my mind – yet yours

is the one I want to hear. The word,
the song as you lean down & touch

the ground, one hand to each shoulder,
head & heart – my heart my

prayer as you come back through the air
& find me waiting there

Photo by Ilyuza Mingazova on Unsplash