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Up! Up and Away!

~from Asia to America~

Inside of me

Halls full of nocturnes and tuberoses

Teetered on the brink of dementia

Golden discs of distant lakes

Blinked out

As we rose on a rush of

Quiet storms, forceful and fast

Into puffs of clouds hanging,

Just hanging —

Then one like a woolly god

Bowed to a sleepy god

And huffed away.

As we swept by on silver might,

We turned, we curved

Rode, skimmed then rose

Through white and slate mountains

Patched with bright blue.

An oval of green and

brown checkerboards reflected

My face away to whatever waited —

Up here, down there and back again

Here,

Where a thousand and one

Points of light

Existed — my soul, my heart,

fellow travelers,

And dear, dear air.

I saw