Journeys
Journeys
There is something
about airplanes –
Travelling alone
in the dark night sky
when anything
seems possible
And all your journeys
Seem to be taking you
to that one point you
have been waiting for
Cocooned in metal
wrapped in your seat
your senses able
to only focus
in the space in front
of you and inside of you
And you realise
that inside of you is
a vastness, bigger
than the place you are
going to
I remember one trip
Flying in the inky black
night – it was winter
and I am sure Mozart was
streaming through my headphones
We circled over Singapore
the ocean beneath us
was filled with boats
In the darkness
it was hard to make out
their shapes
but their lights
looked like stars
and as we came in to land
it was like landing on the sky.
© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry
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