Seattle from the Skies

A whole city Seattle Reflected on a wing Flattened and stretched out Not the place down Below: wet freshness and fine roads But it’s essence somehow It’s compressed passions Like a smear of paint across Canvas

The emotions of a civilization In miniature Banking right Surged through me I felt all that this place is: It’s million fold Dramas It’s solitary tragedies It’s multiple lives Lived as one and apart

It made me want to cry A want not fulfilled But still I saw each speck of light Spreading across the city’s night As if each was a beating heart

Each burning human vessel A voice reaching into The heavens For some recognition, Some sign or favor from The gods; But alas there is only Us passengers reaching Gazing, seeking meanings through plane windows For a place among the City lights

For from above At a distance That unity, a union, a bond Can be felt but only in passing like a A look, a locked vision, from Across a room Which admits only in brief: We are one and whole And linked in a million Intricacies And so is

The fierceness Of our burning engines Pushing into the Sky