Beaufighters

The smoke, gasoline exhausted in a powerful engine, while air rushes through
Skimming the water
Travelling still, in time
Still in the air, you know, like seagulls do?
I banked left, and turned to my childhood
Clear weather, but a detail: The compuss stopped working
There was a yellow cloud in the sky, it was my oldest memory, being carried in a yellow baby bag
I climbed
Heading 90, angels 10