Ten jet vapour trails –
Cut the sky so evenly –
The view looking up –
Resembled the inside of
A celestial seashell
Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
Notes to this poem…
Imagine a huge blue sky near sunset, pretty much empty all around you. Then imagine ten jet vapour trails spread evenly in one direction across it. Some are more dissipated than others, with more dissipation all at one end of each to tell you they were all headed in the same direction.
If you imagined a straight vapour trail, you’ll need to adjust your picture a bit because the sky is spherical and any lines across it would be curved a bit like the seams of a basketball, only on inside of a sphere.
The trails are also not parallel, originating from some common airport, or group of airports relatively nearby when measured from Halifax (i.e. NY, Washington, Boston). The slight angle among the lines joining Halifax and those cities “as the crow flies” would leave a small fan of lines spreading ever so slightly apart from each other. Such was what must have been happening with the vapour trails I saw.
Given they were emanating from an almost common point beyond the horizon, and arced across the mostly blue sky still bluish at dusk, can you now see why I compared it to the inside of a celestial seashell?
I’d have needed one really big scope fish eye lens to have gotten this picture captured for you to see, though, so I couldn’t with just an iPhone. You’ll have to settle for this tanka. 🙂
The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.