#1030 - ordeal by flight

 

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ordeal by flight

 

up in the air

and off the clock

still turning over somewhere

                          else

 

and we race the world

 

a pillow and a blanket

symbolic of sleep

they hand these things out

 

we are somewhere approaching the Gulf or the Bight

but which?

 

they turn off the map eventually

we are not flying over Russia

 

hours belong elsewhere

and the feet of sleep stick out in the aisle

 

we are going round the long way

in the between of times

 

they have taken a whole day out of the calendar

 

one sits with all the habits merely

 

it is some time elsewhere

but we’re not there

we wouldn’t be awake if we were

 

tame in a tin

a herd of us to cross the sky

 

they vanish us to nowhere too

 

all the stars are up here yet

and breakfast to be served

 

all whoosh!

no tablecloth

no silverware

 

it’s not the desert you know

but a million of us at it right now

cris-crossing arcs tangents

nobody lives up here

 

we took off when the world was still young

and now we just can’t know