Looking out of LH 426's window

The sea of white clouds
the snaking river on orange-brown silt
within the sea of trees
The sea itself
The snow-white earth-black mountains
the snow crystals all crazed
on the window
The wing and the sun and the blue sky
betraying nothing.

There's so much beauty on any side of us,
that you can keep writing and writing,
and buying refills and beautiful fountain pens,
and singing songs, and making movies,
till the audience is bored so much that
it gives purpose to boredom
and still
you can keep writing and writing

till your bones grind down in the process
and that will also be beautifully poetic
like love