on my last flight a few weeks ago
we took off just before golden hour
once we got to 30000 feet
the sunlight poured through the cabin windows
it was just like daybreak express
when the morning gleam bursts through the train cars
except I was blasting Sheryl Crow in my ear buds
instead of scoring my travels to Duke Ellington
also nobody ventures onto public transportation in suits these days
or keeps the daily paper tucked under their arm
of course the guy next to me wanted to read his book
the sunset was just glare from his point of view
he promptly shuttered our window to the world
so for me the solar show was pretty limited
I still enjoyed the beams glowing onto the overhead bins
the portholes painted a pattern
. . . . .
reminded me things left unsaid
( mayday mayday!! baggage in the cargo hold!! )
I was at that in between space you only get to on planes
neither here nor there
not at origin nor destination
neither night nor day
nowhere to go but with places to be
planes can be so romantic if you’re good at overthinking it
despite the lack of suits and newspapers and flight attendant lipstick
I always notice where the light does touch
where it does get in
it distracts me from the danger
that I am in fact flying
and my life is on the line
Find That Bee 
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