Deck Dweller

Casting dark-toned eyes with spider-long eyelashes towards the sky
I glimpsed the trailing white foot prints
Made by tiptoeing jets high above
In the blue abyss known as the world above Earth

Although the heavy burden of reality rested heavily upon shoulders
I pondered over the flying-taxi’s appearance.
Where did it venture to?
Who were the eager passengers?
-If there were passengers at all?

Was I meant to be on that fleeting sight?
High above the ground and sea
Only pausing to rest or reequip for the journey ahead
Like the mountain climber miles from the very top

May snow or wind hold him back, did the climber continue?
Such a quest did this machine and men have on their plates!
And where was my life?

Here I remained, sitting on my sun-kissed deck
Watching the sailing air-boats
Imagining the persistent climber
Creating a world unparallel to my own
Only questioning the factors
That brought me to this beginning
And ended on a single note

Resting back against the iron deck-chair
I looked upon the clouds in a different light
Were they as soft as they appeared?
I peered towards the retreating jet
Was the destination that important?
I pictured the arduous climber
Was the goal too far fetched?

Perhaps, I can make my heart just as soft.
I can make my destination that important.
And have far-fetched goals.
All in my deck-dwelling life.