silence

a narrow bullet
with outspread wings
streaks across
the orange sky
black against the light

no booming jets
the silhouette
it flies so low
the ground is close
but everywhere
the land, the air
is perfect in its stillness

the ship is quick
it's angled low
it will soon hit
the earth below
but to my ears
no sound is heard -
nothing to hear.
this giant bird

in muted flight,
like shade, like night,
in constant shadow
ever closer

the light behind
in changing tones
the sun is setting
darnward, lower

the inky plane
is setting too
upon the ground
and everywhere
there is no sound