**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.
