Hunting the Sun

Hunting the Sun

It was barely night

when we left the runway,

lines of lights passing

like rapid flashbulbs at the windows,

rungs on a ladder into the sky.

And as we rose,

so did the sun,

peeking back over the wrong side of sky

as if through flight

we have created time travel,

finally finding a way to watch the sunset

not only twice but also backwards;

grabbing at its fleeing rays

and tugging like children afraid of the dark,

not yet aware that the higher we rise,

the more light will find us

over the shadows of earth.

(c) 2013 Marie KR