A few weeks ago as I flew home from Florida, we flew over Cape Cod as we approached the Metro Boston area. I was smitten immediately by the beautiful form and grace of The Cape as she sat so vulnerable in the blue Atlantic Ocean. I've been thinking about her since and am sharing this short poem with you here noting her quiet beauty.
Yes, this is a change from Parsha poetry, but still, I hope that it will remind you of summers at the ocean, when we see the beach from a different vantage point. Life is quieter when seen from the air.
Shabbat Shalom,
Leann
From a Thousand Feet
Seen
from
a thousand feet,
she stretches herself
languidly
over the
gently swaying
blue
expanse,
lazily
sunning herself....
She is all
curves
and wisps.
Her borders
softened
by
smudged
grays and browns,
as they
meet
the rhythmic
rush
of
rippling blues.
The breeze wafts
over her,
ever eastward;
caressing her
from her head
to her thin
fingers;
curving,
curling,
reaching.
Reaching.
A thousand
feet
below,
she appears
so vulnerable.
Fragile.
A delicate
comma.
A mere
pause
between the clouds.
The tip of Cape Cod as seen from the window of the plane.