Gravity

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.