Colin F. Jones

WE ARE AIRBORNE

A tube enclosing a thousand thoughts;
Quietly mysteriously buoyant…
Smiles come and go; perfumes linger,
As beauty pauses and passes.
Initial tension petering away…
We are airborne!
A big eye stares back at me,
Blue and cloudy;
lashes clambering down
To the tiny rooftops,
Tinier people and unseen cats.
Yes! We are airborne.
Wars are fought; fires burn,
Governments change and babies,
Thousands are born,
As thousands die… and I…
I am touched by a lovely hand…
We are airborne.