There's something soothing
about being high,
visiting the crags,
scaling the moraines,
eating tuna
above the cloud-deck.

When you're standing there,
above the valleys
& goggled,
it's like flying
with you feet on the ground.

The only sound is your breath
& the jet stream
passing by you.

It's a beautiful combination,
a melody,
a trance,
unfamiliar to flatlanders.