FEAR OF FLYING
going from one terminal to
another terminal like a zip of current
the electricity is in the air
and it feels terminal like the death of me
a suspension of disbelief
and can this be real?
The sky is a pocket of trust
a slipstream, a dream
as I watch the backs of heads
thinking forward motion or not at all
and the outside is looking in
through bulging eyes with
their nighttime lids
for those who can obliviously survive
onboard dark muse.
We trust the wings the wired guts
no ifs or buts but
can this be real?
Held in place by a compression of space
as salty as anchovies in a tin
breathing in what's constantly breathed out
and the dream is wearing thin.
raypool
Thu 26th May 2016 22:22
Thanks for your kind comments Helen. I don't fly any more , mainly its the claustrophobic environment rather than being up high !
Sounds like a philosophical and practical approach on every level David. I once had a cake laced with marijuana coming back from Africa and still couldn't drop off to sleep. Thanks for your interest.
Ray