Our Ascension

After the rollercoaster roar of take-off we’re

tilted towards the atmosphere. A hundred

human beings bend to their distractions.

My sister has the window seat & watches

what cannot wait on the iPad: 90210

still relevant at an altitude of 30,000 ft.

I catch her eye & ask for her first thought

on seeing our world safely fade to white.

“How amazing it is that we can float in the air.”

(I write this down exactly, because it's rare.)

The sonic background of flight speed carries on;

headphones go back on & she is gone

from here & I will hear from her again

when the hour has shifted; when the cloud, no longer

borderless & blanketing the ground’s differences,

dissipates to bring rooftops & roads to a hundred

human beings reminded.