as the plane lifts
I am welded to the seat,
my body resisting flight
it prefers being grounded.
I feel the weight
of sinking bone and muscle
and the rise of my breath;
silly really, 100,000 pounds or more
of plastic and aluminum and steel
floating 35,000 feet above the
minutiae of earthly business.
droning on above the clouds
the discordance of cocooned fuselage
and engines and wind
blasting through time and clouds
leave me stoned.
in descent I am upended;
my body falls easily
anxious to return to earth
but not my heart
not my soul
I do not want to come back.
