FEAR OF FLYING

going from one terminal to

another terminal like a zip of current

the electricity is in the air

and it feels terminal like the death of me

a suspension of disbelief

      and can this be real?

 

The sky is a pocket of trust

a slipstream, a dream

as I watch the backs of heads

thinking forward motion or not at all

and the outside is looking in

through bulging eyes with

their nighttime lids

for those who can obliviously survive

onboard dark muse.

 

We trust the wings the wired guts

no ifs or buts but

      can this be real?

 

Held in place by a compression of space

as salty as anchovies in a tin

breathing in what's constantly breathed out

      and the dream is wearing thin.

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raypool

Thu 26th May 2016 22:22

Thanks for your kind comments Helen. I don't fly any more , mainly its the claustrophobic environment rather than being up high !

Sounds like a philosophical and practical approach on every level David. I once had a cake laced with marijuana coming back from Africa and still couldn't drop off to sleep. Thanks for your interest.

Ray

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Helen Elliott

Wed 25th May 2016 22:47

I felt anxious reading this! It has a great flow and I particularly like 'the sky is a pocket of trust'

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