where all the revolutions must begin

at night the sounds of aircraft blend with rain

lulling to sleep and then we're in the place

where trips begin moving at steady pace

towards the boarding steps and then again

above the clouds where everything's seen plain

in rapid motion back to present grace

with clarity we know can't be the case

facing a truth that's all shot through with pain

the earth still turns and darkness has to lift

at daily sunreturn we find each choice

to be like putting on a shoe or glove

a simple matter of the human gift

for stating facts in ordinary voice

once it is understood the word is love