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


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