Above The Atlantic

White shadowed clouds reaching upward out of the ocean of deep blue sky, like icebergs breaking the glass cold surface of the sea;

Icebergs pointing upward from the depth of the murky water world like mountains lifting cragy peaks above the monotonous plain;

Mountains thrusting skyward as if belched from the bowels of the world by a force beyond imagination, like my spirit reaching upward from the foundations of my being, seeking that which is within - but always beyond; contained - but often bursting forth.

Ray Jennings

Penned while flying across the Atlantic from Teneriffe to New York (via Madrid) on August 9, 1981.