Things I sometimes think about when traveling by plane
Blowing through clouds, I want to see the desert sun
they talk so much about in movies. The ocean looks
bigger, thirty thousand feet in the air.
Shaken by turbulence, I wonder what people
thought of when the plane was going down.
Did strangers fall in love? Did they stand up
to shout out their secrets or did they sit leaned over,
patiently waiting? Home a word they suddenly
couldn’t pronounce.
* Tyler Bigney was born in 1984. He lives, and writes in Nova Scotia, Canada.
