up

they are constantly passing by overhead.
every few minutes the measured roar of engines spans the horizon
in a soaring act of clockwork.

and when i get a chance,
i take a moment and feel the lives flying over me.
and i savor the weight and mystery
of their worth pressing down on me.

for the span of a few inches of travel across the sky
our paths cross.
however peripherally.

but today,
i moved in the other direction.
suddenly the space between us came alive
and it was no longer the passengers coming down to meet me,
but my self expanding upwards
feeling the brush of the plane belly graze the upturned skin of my cheek.

{photo credit sahra zanetti}

currently listening to: riceboy sleeps - jonsi & alex