The loud plane seems for a moment to deny
the reality of the clouds and of the sky, by its direction,
its noise, and its pretended strength.
The silence of the sky
remains when the plane has gone.
The tranquillity of the clouds will remain
when the plane has fallen apart.
It is the silence of the world that is real.
Our noise, our business, our purposes...our statements
about our purposes, our business, and our noise:
these are the illusion.