by Pat A Physics
Drowsy thoughts of wind socks whipping.
Aerial photos from magazine clipping…
Driving the plane with only one knee
on a trip to merry mountain-scape
crinkled into distant shadow dappled cirrus
clouds fallen like your stomach feels.
When the time comes, you nosedive
to stay awake, you barrell roll to confirm
the sky from the water, you quiz
the autopilot about current events, you
turn off the radar and turn on the
radio. On the radio, there’s a song
you recognize. Landing won’t take place
inside the rectangular district that
was intended. It’s up to the plane to find
a new space.