In Flight

1

“Engage in an activity,”
one said.

Then one said,
“Believe in your feelings.”

It would be easy to believe
our bodies

were being operated
remotely,

like drones
receiving instructions,

no doubt coded,
on the fly.

2

It was possible to feel
you had been saved
by paisleys

then by natural fabrics
in muted shades.

Both promised new lives.

Once I was saved
from monotony

and hate

by a square of sun

on the overhead compartment

tinged faint yellow
and lime.