The Tiny Plane, Universe High...A Poem
The tiny plane, universe high,
pierces the blackness with twin wing lights.
How does it miss collision with the stars,
emmeshed in the net of constellations,
in its drive northwest like a fiery dart
shot with steady purpose from some great bow,
trailing metal thunder
through the star-echoing dark?
Perseus, distracted from Andromeda,
nearly pulls the intruder from the void.
Cygnus, the swan, slow-winging
on the wheel of universal night,
is run down by this high-flying gnat,
scorching bright Deneb in determined flight.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems