In mid air the suspense is intense.
The imagination is given no chance
to catch your expectation.
We passengers enjoined in flight
Inside a mighty, loud,
air-eating beast heading east
and all talk ceases,
some sleep and dream of Jesus.
ever over our countrymen’s heads,
the ship we sail in soars.
Strapped in chairs
our minds the oars.
Away from where we began this night
On to unknown places
Our expectations folded
Like our hands in laps placed.
The germs we share
for every inhalation
Introduces me to them
This mating of our experience
joined by this unraveling
Traveling
Taking off to put on distances
Time is distorted
by this teleported
Idea made real
by defying gravity
by cheating mother nature
with her own resources.
~yombo
