Return to LA - On a flight from DFW to LAX

Avenues apart Streets that dart

East of that River that divides the State

Flat plains of green trees slowly part

Hot humid air adding ounces of weight

Two flights, two journeys apart

Going south west, going straight west

Leaving the night sky behind dark

Heading to the place of the sun rest

Thirty thousand feet up in the sky

Crossing over the panhandle warm and dry

T Town reflects the sunlight on the borderline

The route of six and six marches on its way

Purple haze and dark blue night sky velvet touch

White clear dots weaved into waves of night light

Horse town south of that ship shaped rock 

Paintings of vast space aging of wood into rock

Craters from the vastness of space so low

Mountains from the great ages so high

Trees of the Saguaro turn into those of Josh

Dry lands of rattle and stings turn to palm wash

Emptiness left behind fullness takes over

Dirt roads leads to a dirty and grey highway

Salty air and endless lights line the runway

Waters of the deep blue lie ahead looking black

Loosing height, loosing speed right on track

Touchdown with wheels down

The rubber meets the road

Could all this happen any other way

This is my return to LA

(Written on June 10, 2010)

Be Mindful.