back in the day when work
would take me far from home
traveling where they needed me
perfecting sprints through major hubs
with briefcase, laptop, carry on
an airplane gave me stillness, calm
a time out from the pace
of a career,
expectations for a family life
II
there is nothing like
the calm I find in flight,
suspended in midair
the soothing backdrop of flowing air
that maintains cabin pressure
the humming spin of high speed blades,
the hush of engine turbines
with the pause
all things make sense:
I rediscover clarity
clear again on who I am,
reimagine the kind of life
I truly want were it still up to me
III
somewhere along the way
I slide up the plastic blind to see
the miracle that carries me
above the clouds
by graceful lift of
aircraft wings much like a gull’s
I realize then:
the pause that gives me respite
does not mean I stopped, or
I’m not going anywhere
the pause
© 2020 Brian Crouth