28 Feb 2018

Flying



Every time is like the first time

The alarm and utter vulnerability of being suspended in the sky

The physical impossibility of all this weight floating amongst clouds

The crippling terror with each turbulent shake and bump

And then arriving home - if there is such a place

The strange, ludicrous idea of time, regaining hours already spent!

Coming back to the familiar place where you live. So personal -

where you choose to store your ironing board, how you fill

empty coffee jars with salted cashews and caramel almonds

Your body adjusts quickly, forgets quickly the alien encounter,

comes back to earth, to the narrowness of all that is real.