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.