ascent

diagonal, above the loud earth (it is so small now)
things are happening , the but we cannot see them
they mean nothing now
as silently climbing- the only sign of life the shifting beams of sunlight
between patchy clouds– until we are above, above
layers of white, their billowing figures worshipping the morning sun,
the smooth blanket of the stratosphere falling below us now
glowing lakes interrupted by colorful grids of land
where rays of light fall to the earth
when we fall back to the earth we are consumed again
but here is the silent and the safe
so surreal, so simply realized
and soon forgotten
til we ascend again