Aloft

Aloft

Lifting through the angry sky
We race to a higher and less troubled space
Hoping to escape the brillant lightening flashes
Like memories from an unhappy time.

Daylight insinuates itself as we rise,
Now miles beyond earth's Greens and Grays.
Aloft, in defiance of gravity and Zeus,
We reach for the Sun and home.

380 other flying boxes aloft right now,
Moving at speeds beyond yesterday’s thought,
Accepting this place where angels and gods once held sway,
As man’s domain