Wheels up as the seatbelt sign flickers on.
We are at the mercy of the captain.
Clouds behind us, we are free to roam about the cabin.
Pretentious first class passengers
enjoy their extra legroom and special treatment
as if they’re royalty, and we are mere peasants.
A frantic mother hushes her
lone crying baby in the distance.
The elephant passengers devour peanuts
while watching their seat-back movies.
Your shoulder is a pillow for a snoring neighbor.
Middle seats are the best, says no one.
We reach peak altitude, soaring into the sky
leaving Everything behind on the ground
our Worries appear as miniscule as the people on earth
The cabin rocks,
shaking away our daydreams
This is your Captain speaking
Prepare for descent, we will be arriving shortly
Who is the Captain in all of us?