Lift Off

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

To alleviate anxiety

I flip through the

In-flight movie section

Television selections.

A little light always reminds you not to smoke

But you really have to dig for the memory of VHS

Be on time or plug in late.

None of this:

Pause,

Fast forward,

Personal tailored enjoyment,

A real-time map, tracking

Flight and weather patterns.

Now, everything is digital.

I’m spoiled in frustration;

The NBA 2014 Holiday Special

Is the only good program.

I should marvel that anyone could take a shit

Flying 30,000 feet above the sparkling grid.

The parade trade of

Accordion restroom doors flicker

After the seat trays

And backs are equalized.

People tilt their heads

Away from iMacs, iPods, and iPhones

Glancing out bread oven windows.

I strain to glimpse

A sliver of takeoff,

Middle row vantage minimal.

My vision shutters.

The change in perspective

Attracts everyone’s irides to the horizon.

Everyone strains to see

The world become two-dimensional.

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