The ride up is mundane though I think of the plane crumbling like Lego as we lift off.
As we descend the titans that loft and linger gently shuffle, heads bowed beneath the stars like monks.
God so enraged pinches our heads for attempting to get so close to him or perhaps he is carefully holding our ears to stop our brains from leaking out.
i think of the plane falling apart as the pressure builds in my head.
*Sniff*
These are poems about flight, poems about flying, poems about flights of fancy, and poems about things that fly like planes, jets, kites, leaves, butterflies, birds and bees...
Flight
by Michael R. Burch
It is the nature of loveliness to vanish
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness
seek transcendence...
Originally published by Hibiscus (India)
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day...
learning to fly—
away, away...
