It was the end of the day,
yet daylight lingered towards a tardy dusk,
sun setting fire to water.
In twilight, I walked the beach,
watched gulls ride the sea wind.
Silent, above the clouds,
made small by stratospheric flight,
a jet traversed the arc of sky,
became a bright star in the east,
Yet its contrail lingered, a cursive line
upon amorphous cloud and light.
What wonder, this Shiva
that has shrunken the Earth,
brought all within day’s reach −
brainchild of dreamers
who glimpsed a vision
and grasped it.
Richard Bronson is on the Faculty of the Center for Medical Humanities, Compassionate Care & Bioethics at Stony Brook University. He is a member of the Board of Trustees of the Walt Whitman Birthplace and the current Suffolk County Poet Laureate.