Watermoon Arts Inc

All that I enjoy are like rainbows in the sky
Rest in mind’s full moon–empty awareness, radiant clarity
A Ho! It’s time to fly in the expanse of sky of spacious Mother

Karachi, India
Ships of the desert careen along roads
Loaded with human beings, sound asleep
Stately beasts swing along on sponge pads
Superciliously confident men still cannot
Get on without them in some localities









Calcutta, India
Tessellated squares of cultivation
Tiles of green and brown and gold
Framed with irrigation water
Silver threads reflect glinting sun
Factories and jute mills come into view,
Villages become dense and finally merge
Congestion, white buildings in the sun







Akyab, Asia
We fly low over endless paddies
Small figures trailing in the water
Every move reflected in a shining flood
They look up as we pass
Some wave hats; others turn back to work














Rangoon, Burma
Warming up our engines,
One instrument refuses to function
Everyone present turns mechanic
The distemper sufficiently
Cured to warrant proceeding












Bangkok, Thailand
Lies in a vast plain, mountains in the background
Buddhist temples, colored tile roofs, gilded spires
Set off the city once called “The Venice of the Orient”
Watery thoroughfares replaced by dry-shod streets
Open front wooden shops nestle
Next to modern concrete structures












Singapore
I feel as if I’m dreaming
To be flying over such fabulous waters
The shores of Siam on the right
Cambodia on the left
The sea, mauve, melts into the blue sky
I thought there was no weather like this













Bandoeng, Indonesia
Above countless tiny islands
Glowing emeralds in settings of turquoise
Rise from the tropic sea, hazy contours
Enchanting loveliness takes form
Along the Javanese coast
The deep green water’s edge
Merge into a darker blue as the waters deepen

Java, Indonesia
There is little or no cultivation in
The open spaces around the airport
No facilities except a shed for storing fuel
Consequently we stake down Elektra
Bundle her up for the night with engine and propeller covers
An all-important job carefully done
No pilot sleeps without knowing her plane is well cared for







Darwin, Australia
A great country, this, for “shark talk”
The custom officials, with great dispatch
Clear Elektra as if she is an ocean-going vessel
At Darwin, we ship home the parachutes
A parachute will not help over the Pacific

Lae, New Guinea
July 1st. “Denmark’s a prison,” and
Lae, attractive and unusual as it is
Appears to two flyers just as confining

The monoplane is weighted with
Gasoline and oil to capacity
As Electra is poised for her longest hop
The 2,556 miles to Howland Island in mid-Pacific