Flying Away

Posted: April 25, 2010 in My Poetry
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You ask for an aisle seat,
there’s work to be done.
You’ve forgotten the wonder
of flying.

Life is such a small thing,
it can slip away unnoticed.

Vigilant in the belly of
the great metal bird,
I look down on an anthill;
too small and too alive.

I am not part of that world.
I recline in languor,
unable to feel joy or pain.
Life, for me, is already past tense.

I just haven’t landed.

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