LINE OF WHITE
See the line, the line of white,
Above the heads, infinite.
Stretching out a single strand,
Spreading its tail overland.See the line, the line of white,
Rising through the winter’s night.
Watch it climb up from the ground,
Soaring skyward, horizon bound.See how clean it cuts through fields,
Surging forth while others yield,
Evolving from its central force,
In line and length a natural course.See it gliding through the air,
A freeway bridge from there to there.
Watch it slowly disappear,
Dissolving into the atmosphere.Hear a silence, nothing more,
Then crackling of the jetstream’s roar,
Fading in the heavens high,
Across the sky and who knows why.