Confidently…

I have grown accustomed to
astonishment of others

selfconfidencesilently, smugly I take their
surprise as less personal affront
more opportunity to exploit
their naiveté-tinged ignorance

(when not feeling charitable)

making any successes sweeter
though I oftentimes regret
my haughty self-restraint in
not saying ‘I told you so’

actions chat louder than words
though aren’t always heard
while seeing is believing
even when nobody is watching

– Mark Lucker

Flying east at dusk

The setting sun100_4863_0161ed
chases us eastward
orange-scorched ripples
of cumulus white race
with us neck-and-neck

ablaze, dying wisps of cotton
embers envelop us while
about to be snuffed out by
rapidly encroaching nightfall

fleeting light from behind
speeds toward
a head-on collision
with onrushing darkness

a mesmerizing train wreck100_4861_0159ed
at thirty-thousand feet
I cannot turn away from

as the now fading sun collides
with momentum-building night
the coloring-book lines
are only momentarily maintained
before we fade to black

day meets night
night meets day
never have I witnessed100_4859_0157ed
their passionate, daily
coupling as tonight

old song lyrics
come sharply to mind;
‘where the blue of the night
meets the gold of the day,
someone waits for me…’

though I was there by chance
on time and unplanned finding100_4862_0160ed
no one unexpectedly waiting
I could have still lingered
not minding at all the lack of
unexpected company as more
than fair trade-off for being able to
savor with gleeful regret and joy
that the moment was only that.

– Mark Lucker

Denver Airport Haikus

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flying through cloudsclouds4G2
a kaleidoscope of white
I don’t have to squint

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thirty-thousand feet;kansas2
Samsonite table Kansas
sans the two-of-clubs

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creative cracklingclouds2
cloud neurons, plane synapses
CAT scan of my brain

Mark Lucker