Dutchess County Airport

The airport supports an enormous sky
that cradles creek ripple clouds.
Light from the absent sun bends through air and water;
these God's hand uses as His delightful palette
to create this evening's landscape.
Cricket calls are carried on the night's breeze
and rise above the din of traffic.
Electric light shines from the hangar of helicopters
whose propellers wilt sadly, like flower petals;
they must wait to regain their place in the sky.
The parked planes nestle for the night, and
the small, blue lights illuminating the taxiways and runways
look like fairies scattered over the field.
A flashing light in the distance announces an approaching plane
that seems to move so slow as to hover.
It begins to sink lower in the sky,
but instead of approaching, it disappears behind a hill.
The longing runway must wait for another arrival;
this promise of plane was not meant to be.