Flight 1827 YVR to OGG

Tangerine ceiling melts into
          rose with peppermint stripes.
These are the revolving hues above
          the sortie signs
and we fidgeting passengers
          poke the touch screens
          forgot how fast thin air shimmeys
          swift past cold aluminum skin
          forgot the black between
                                    below the sky top;
                                    above the white caps.

("Orange is stronger than yellow,
    but black is stronger than orange.")

WE, the profligate, the pampered,
              propel ourselves to paradise
              burning future as we combust
                                                                                    upper troposphere.

Not even dimly aware of
               Somali misery,
               the way it feels to die starving,
               the sickness of a poisoned Cree lake.

Such thoughts were not invited on this

               vacation.