Mesas

I am on a plane

not on the road or a train

travelling so much faster but it feels so slow

flying so much higher but it feels so low

I spy with camera eye mesas down there

everywhere and nowhere

Flown on planes before

rode on the road below

seeking for the sake of seeking then

lost in the earth then found again

Most of the time I carry a map inside my head

most of the time I host decisions that need to be decided

Far below, rivers carve through stone

to bring a little light where maybe few can reach it

if I’m a splash of water — oh I’m sure this fails —

I’d rather be a destination than contrails

Mid-flight

me without the plane

skating through fibres, whirling in halo

destination pre-ordained

below a darker level brooding

nimbostratus bringing rain

Would you look at the time

the map in my head might have started it

‘cause most of the time

I fight a piercing desire for a violent ending

Far below, rivers carve through stone

to bring a little light

I think that I could reach it

if I’m a silent wish to be that strong a stream

a waking dream to breach it

I sigh, pack the camera eye

a splash of water forming acid in the air

I host a destination

mesas down there

everywhere and nowhere

I’m blind in my third eye