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It's always sunny above clouds

By Andrei Z.Published 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 1 min read

It's always sunny above clouds,

Granted, it's not night, that is

Granted, you're on the right side of the globe,

On a plane, off to somewhere.

Off to somewhere for business or leisure,

Above the clouds and thinking of aerodynamics,

Or that there's next to zero chance of surviving

An airplane crash, or of nothing in particular.

Submerged in the drowsy state of half-awakenedness,

Steering off to dreamland after a long day

Of walking, walking the streets of the city

That reminded you of your hometown in one or two

Subtle ways, yet completely different, yet instantly familiar.

Steering off—but then suddenly

Jolting to the roar of jet engines, confused, scared even.

The plane cuts into cotton-light, lead-heavy clouds

And heaves nervously, as the sunlight dims,

Hidden above the rainy carpet. You, below,

With your fellow travelers, breathe a sigh of relief

When the landing gear touches the ground.

Free VerseStream of Consciousness

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Andrei Z.

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  • Aarsh Malik2 months ago

    This poem is a perfect portrait of the half dreaming, half aware state so many of us experience while flying. The sensory and emotional layering is stunning.

  • Grz Colm3 months ago

    Ah it sure is A feeling! You’ve captured these fears and joys well Andrei! 😁👍

  • Mackenzie Davis3 months ago

    I feel like you just landed from a long flight. So, where are you? ;D This is so immersive AND a fun read. I really love the opening five or six lines, and this bit is my favorite: "Or that there's next to zero chance of surviving An airplane crash, or of nothing in particular."

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