In Midair

fog airplaneAnother meaty metal body
Dangles in midair.

Barely seems
Suspended; perhaps the

Fog holds up its mass and
All the lives within.

Autopilot disengaged we
Route around the weather

Rather, we watch La La Land
On matchbook screens and

Clutch our dancing coffees
While Dan the Man takes

Berth around a storm maker.
I pull down the shade to push out

The glare of sunlight reflecting
From the bubble tops of clouds.

“You are in a chair!
In the sky!” Louis reminds me.

Tati watches Sponge Bob. Twin headphones
Split Sirius. Isaiah goes Rogue.

Colin snoozes. In midair, this
Meaty metal body barely hanging there.

  2 comments for “In Midair

  1. April 7, 2017 at 2:07 pm

    Elizabeth, thank you for reminding me of the value of poetry.

    • April 9, 2017 at 7:38 am

      Thank you Paul. Enjoying dusting off some of these skills which have been ignored for some time.

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