30,000 feet

30,000 feet above land
My vision is clouded
By cloud
And a blinding sun
Coasting on a lake of blue

The sound of engines
Ploughs through the silence
The in-flight movie has finished
The food has gone
Yet the hours draw out before arrival

Caught between time zones
We travel in limbo
Neither here nor there
Suspended in tin
At 30,000 feet

There are quieter places to be
But the journey is always about
The distance between
Where you are and
Where you will end up

9 minutes until the next feature begins
If features are measured by screens
Provided by NorthWest Airlines

30,000 feet above land
My vision is clouded
By cloud
And a blinding sun
Coasting on a lake of blue

Sleep is not appropriate
As it would mean missing part of the journey
Through unconsciousness

Rest should come when the journeying has stopped
When you are at arrival’s point
Rather than en-route

That’s where I am now.
But I may change my mind.
Journeys are like that.

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