PLANE SANCTUARY
Boarding the plane: anticipation, expectations racing.
Taxi, flight, off into the night!
Lifting off I start to scoff at all those things I leave behind: until my landing.
At 30, 000 feet the problems seem so sweet, all but gone ’til my feet and the ground meet. Another country, another place, but still in my head the past that I debate.
Future too. To live on a plane, it sounds insane!
But it’s the closest that I’ve come to finding peace in my brain.
Time zones none, limbo has rule.
Life stasis is cool.
No one has any demands or rules.(Except no smoking- nothings perfect).
Up in the air it all seems so fair.
From high above, the world does not seem so cold.
Problems of existence nolonger strife. Outside it’s minus but inside I totally feel life.
I mean freedom from life.
You forget: do you care what others think, do you really want more designer shit, so what if you’ve rinsedyour credit card to bits?
You’re backin the flow when it’s far down below.
Carefree and packaged, ensconced in a nest with a head and footrest.
Meals come on time, duties are benign. Above our globe, feeling high- close to divine, floating away from stress and my crime.
The inevitable arrives.
The landing gear grinds.
Back down to earthwith the dust and the grime.
Out of the plane, into sunshine or rain?
Realitybites with terrestrial life.
But there’s a new lease of life afteryour flight.
Impotence is gone, progress can be made, opportunities born.
Peace felt on board can live on in newshores.
Go forth and conquer.
It’s yours.
March 2005 Amy D
