On Air Travel

Consider the arrogance of flight, the casual slip
of force and angular momentum. We speak

as though the choral winds whipping
cannot obfuscate the most basic gravitation.

In fact, man outweighs nothing
in the air. Observe the expanse,

the boiled remnants of innovation raining
from the edge of sharp, pyramidic fins

gouging the ozone in service
to signage, advertising the latest catch

on pristine wingtips.
Imagine the dissuasion of a fall, the swallowing

openness of sky as the final breath holds
in the hollows of a breaking earth.