Air Traffic

From a space in a living room window
from the couch
hung beside the curtains
where they don't quite make it
to equal or exceed the width of the window
(they're old sky blue grey velvet)
at the end of the glass

They hear in a corner of the sky,
beside razed. tea coloured,
paddock divided, hill's edge,
there pass, invisible,
in overcast sky

or, flashing on the approach
en route to the nearby
beach side airport,
(pine top bordered),
run way below...

The jet engine's crying
sound muffled into silence
over the distance
and by the heavily moist,
cold darkness of the night.

Some times, when one
enters his vision,
he wonders if you
are ever on
any of them.