Layers of Dawn

June 2011 - from seat 11F

I found myself swept up in a dreamy, whimsy as I counted the colors of the dawn's bursting over the horizon-
the mapped, dotted, housed sleepers below-
the once-struck, stuck thump engine drone keeping occupants alone- sound's soft walls-
and for each beam-full color, an equally dense sensation or thought-
aside the advancing yellow radiance.