On the Move
like a plane
airborne
high above the clouds
in the thin air of
an empty sky
crossing continents
I’m aiming at a place I do not know
the guests I carry may
not always feel at ease in
my plain seats
but they should know to be
quite safe
although there might be
turbulences
they watch the pictures I am able to present
wasting no time
to find out what may keep this aircraft
on the move
they are lulled to slumber
by the muffled howl of
my busy engines
from time to time
I find another empty seat
still with the imprint of a passenger
I had appreciated as
a permanent companion as
a friend
who then preferred to change planes in mid-air
I need to keep my seat belt fastened
trying to fly on
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