Plane Nonsense

Was a bit tired yesterday on the flight home from Detroit, and felt like writing a bit in my slightly altered mind-state. It was nice to wake up and go to sleep in the same city, but all the travel in between was a bit much. I mean, I was on a plane yesterday longer than I was interviewing. Anywho, enjoy. Or don't. I only wrote it for me, really.

Thirty Thousand Feet

Soaring like kings
or maybe sardines,
for a fare
cloudscapes from above
become commonplace.
The wonder is there, in the back
of my mind, craning
to get a better view
and drink it all in
with an unending draught
of amazement.
Who would have thought
a thousand years past
- or maybe only enough that
you still had trouble tying
your shoes –
that such wonderful sights
would someday be ignored, or worse –
forgotten even as they appeared –
in favor of everyday things
brought from below
to keep us grounded. Travesty?
Maybe there’s more lost
than appreciation
to be gained and spent
on aesthetics, when perspectives
can be changed for a charge
to heights as lofty
as this.
Still,
it’s too easy to forget
that aircraft grade alloys
are just dead weight
but for ground-level nuts
and bolts.
Can I find a balance
on the wing?