Aloft again

Art credit Maxfield Parrish, Morning, 1922

Aloft again
      and leaving from this pleasing place,
            I gaze across the clouds 
      that form so fleetingly.

Imagining 
      the planet, shy beneath the haze,
            emanating vapor 
      as a breathing being,

repeating life 
      in cycles since the Birth of Days,
            waning and renewing
      effervescently,

intent to vent 
       and breathe the pains and yearns away,
             then bathe beneath the rain 
      that falls refreshingly.

And so it is 
      with essences I do believe,
              who bond beyond this life 
      in which we congregate.

Agreeing when we leave
      that we’ll return and meet,
             to play again someday
      and navigate our way

across the Sky of Lifetimes,
      floating on the breeze,
              flying into skyscapes
      while we celebrate,

finding one another
       as we waft and wend
              our way to better weather, 
                    now aloft again.

Lee DeNoya - Taos, 2021