Introspection Uncategorized


Relaxed, I settle in comfortably
chin on hand elbow on window
15,000 feet above the sprawling
Mississippi Delta I am headed north
leaving New Orleans; St. Louis bound100_4863_0161ed

Preferred window seat affords a view
flame-streaked horizon far as can be seen,
emanating from blazing orange ball
perched precariously on the
western edge of fading day

fixated and streaking northward as the
sun slips slowly lower, lower, flattening
now slightly behind us as we bank north
a roaring, dissolving half-circle wobbling
on gently curving western horizon

Never before have I so
fully watched a day’s fading

We fly on through evaporating wisps
the sun now just a tiny, glowing, bump;
the middle of a flickering, flat-line ribbon
brilliant red and orange, stating purpose,
delineating sky from earth,
robust edginess of night from fading day

Unannounced, not anticipated answers
I had been seeking for questions
long blurred suddenly take full form
clarity blossoming in flickering,
dying flame of this day, today
Quickly, softly, completely
a peace not known previously settles in
I lean back, reclining my seat
as light slips away; darkness enveloping
the outer world, illuminating within.

Flying now into blue darkness,
never before have I seen things
so clearly.

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016


By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.