- Nov 8, 2024
- 1 min read
flight reminds me
not to trust my eyes
not to allow myself the luxury of thinking
the sun-touched backside of clouds could
support the weight of my steps
much less my dreams
(or maybe they are made of the same materials -
concentrated wisps of evaporated matter coalescing out of reach)
head rested against a thrumming hull
millions of rotations keep me
aloft
served discount coffee with a smile
topping glaciers (one cream, no sugar)
the Pacific
ecosystems just large enough
to register as meaningful
up here, scale is measured
geologically
the single headlamp of a motorcycle moves down the highway
like a cell moving through the veins of the province
a blink to disappear
(maybe it was the cellphone light reflection from the fellow traveler sitting next to me, hurtling through space, matching multicolored gems in an attempt to swipe away the boredom)
meaning is expressed in eons
Did you know the first monkey shot into space
suffocated before launch?
I worry I will suffocate
thinking about the lives passing below me
whole lives in lite-bright configuration
less than < more than
the outpouring of mountain water
boulders
vomited from their resting place
to speckle the shoreline of
alpine lake
The city approaches
the thrum cycles down
this descent
back into
scale