Chasing Contrails

Chasing contrails and dancing upon clouds
Leaving toe tip marks in the vapor sauce
Tracing arcs across the sky

Sixteen hours aloft at a time
Fuel expended plus payments and maintenance
Offset by butts in the seats and cargo in the hold

Clear cool air ingested
Fuel under pressure injected
Hot soot out the rear end

Condensation leaving the telltale trail
Straight as an arrow in the atmosphere
Breadcrumbs in a sky blue forest

Gaining altitude till the sky gives out
Blackness takes over
Internal combustion flames out

Now weightless tumbling looking for a relight
Till stabs and surfaces find air to bite
Straightening the downward flight

Till fired turning and burning
Seeking destinations unknown
Chasing after contrails once again