In Flight

Propellers cut fast through the
ever increasing
always outpacing
clouds of human
corruption.

Thick white smog
rains down upon
civilians,
but passengers
in flight
are spared
least they glance
the real axis
on which the world rotates.

Fed on fear
of heights.

Fed on worries
higher than reach.

Fed from care:
caring too much
about pebbles in entirety.

Until we lift ourselves with curiosity
above the trap of life,
we cannot know why birds spend
more time in flight
than foraging on earth.
They don't want to eat
the garbage that humans cycle.