flight back

on the flight back,

gravity grounds me from my ascendance.

before my flight,

where the line blurred,

I crossed the boundaries –

one shoe in reality,

mind body soul in another world.

but, on the flight back,

with cramped legs and a flimsy blanket

looking out the small window

at the brown and green blending

and crisscrossing in sharp retorts,

I slip my shoes back on,

make polite small talk to attendants,

and stare blankly at the screen in front.

and, as the flight lands,

I walk back out.

A/N: aka me after winter break. Only one post today because I have finals for the next three days! So psyched…

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