Relaxed, I settle in comfortably
chin on hand elbow on window
15,000 feet above the sprawling
Mississippi Delta I am headed north
leaving New Orleans; St. Louis bound100_4863_0161ed

Preferred window seat affords a view
flame-streaked horizon far as can be seen,
emanating from blazing orange ball
perched precariously on the
western edge of fading day

fixated and streaking northward as the
sun slips slowly lower, lower, flattening
now slightly behind us as we bank north
a roaring, dissolving half-circle wobbling
on gently curving western horizon

Never before have I so
fully watched a day’s fading

We fly on through evaporating wisps
the sun now just a tiny, glowing, bump;
the middle of a flickering, flat-line ribbon
brilliant red and orange, stating purpose,
delineating sky from earth,
robust edginess of night from fading day

Unannounced, not anticipated answers
I had been seeking for questions
long blurred suddenly take full form
clarity blossoming in flickering,
dying flame of this day, today
Quickly, softly, completely
a peace not known previously settles in
I lean back, reclining my seat
as light slips away; darkness enveloping
the outer world, illuminating within.

Flying now into blue darkness,
never before have I seen things
so clearly.

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016


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I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.