Above the Pennsylvania clouds,
The sun began dipping into
A sea of whipped cream.
Then we prepped for landing.
The windows darkened.
Turbulence.
Where was the sun now?
Rain began.
Streaks painted the windows
Gray blue.
Rubber bumped the road
And the pushback roared.
A dim filter
Overlaid the world
Throwing shade
On everything
That used to be bright.
Where was the sun?
Still there
Where I’d left it,
But it hadn’t left me.
