Above, Below

Looking down from an airplane window is a strange thing. Circuit cities and crumpled mountains. The land turning beneath. I wonder how often people raise their heads as metallic bodies pass over their lives. 

Why do we look up? Is it an act of raising our spirits, hoping that confidence will spring forth? Are we searching for an anchor, a sky to lock onto in midst of the moving ground? 

I remember the oft lonesome nights where I’d look up to see tiny red lights flickering on and off in the sky. People going somewhere. Going home to someone. Or no one. Lost above, found below. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s