are out there, endless blue,
whine of your engine forever humming.
small white lights bobbing in and out,
across the night sky for Christmas.
up the radar with patterned repetition,
in hawk-like fearlessness.
you're out there , where no one knows,
aviator has known this freedom
fly so reckless, without peril,
take no map for the return course.
your pathway has the singleness of purpose:
straight and narrow passage through existence
a death so soon and so alone.
call you mindless is to deny the truth
yours is to door die without reason,
we have no answers for the questions never asked.
you are out there, endless blue,
there, now, where no one knows.
you veer out of control, and back,
dive to the ocean floor, then lift again.
is to wonder of your program and mechanics,
your mission complete and definite,
the circling of the target without reason.
will curse your lost pilot?
his aimless wanderings of the heart;
mindless mistakes of reason;
the answers to your forgotten questions;
the drone that flies all alone?
You are out there, in the endless blue.
~~~ by Michael Chaussee