I looked out the window of the plane
and there he lay atop the comfy cumulus.
The cloudy surface was still as moss.
Caramel light burst from the dark horizon,
like a shiny oil dribbled into the ocean.
What serenity exists in this private space
minus the occasional Boeing passerby.
Waves of Great Lakes ripple into the sky.
Heavenly rays lean down from clouds on high.