I stretched, looking out the window behind me upside down.
A metal airplane caught my eye. Thousands of feet below it, a soft bird darted across the sky.
We made the metal avian to carry us. Is this selfish?
But think of all the people on board who are traveling to see loved ones.
Light passes through its bright smoke streams.
A string of light dances at the edge of the roof’s eave.
A bug flits below the bird.
Birds eat the bugs and we eat the birds.
Is humanity ultimately good or bad?
Perhaps both, selfish and beautiful,
Caged in metallic flight.
But look at all the blue.
Feel how softly the air, beneath our fingertips, beneath hard and gentle wings,
Enters and leaves us.
June 2016
