Somewhere over the Atlantic
Dec 14, 2007

We flew right beside
the towering thunderheads,
dwarfing us in our puny
man-made tin can,
staying aloft by barely-believed
laws of physics.

Building-sized sparks
of lightning jumped from one
to another, across vast gulfs
of empty air
in a conversation unseen from earth,
eavesdropped on by just
the handful of us who were

Whispering past, hoping to remain
unnoticed by the giants,
lest they question our
intrusion into their parlor.

Inspired by the Weekend Wordsmith