The air flows beneath
It suspends itself warm
Propelling my stomach up and down
Like watching a bubble collide
On the walls of an aquarium, slowly.

We move forward in air
We ride the current with waves unfolding
The thin clouds beside us gliding
And the sea beneath immense, unrolling.

The seat forces my column
The armrest just right
And I with a laptop typing
With a knot in my head, uptight.

The compressed air imaginary
The smell of the passengers, foreign
The light from the window bright
And the line by the lavatory, a bad omen

The destination is secure
Excitement and panic shake me
Because faith will decide
If I arrive safe, not unlikely.