GET LOST in Transit

**A poem written in the moment, while on a plane from Chicago to London**

 

Lost in Transit

The orb has met its bounds,

but what’s left is beautiful

 

streaks of orange

fading to a golden hue

mixed with periwinkle

 

I look out of my shrunken

square window

past the wing tips

up to where the dark has swallowed up

the light

We are above the sun

somehow

Surreal

Heading towards dreams that are sure

to be more perfect

in my mind

Real

 

My foggy brain follows me

to London

 

Floating cotton fields,

like a calming blanket lazed

over the world

White fluffy candy rolled out

like roads and grass and

cityscapes

from an imaginary place I visited

long ago

Rolling and rolling until

the sizzled orange halts them

 

* * * * * * * * * *

 

The childlike puffs have

transformed themselves into hungry grey beasts

How can something that seemed so serene

moments before

change into something so haunting?

 

My foggy brain follows me

to London

 

A waking sleep ensues…

until a ghost

whispers

in my ear and I stir

facing my small window

to the world

 

It occurs to me that we are

chasing the sun-

that the sun never truly sets

 

It only moves on.

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