Untitled 12

2018-10-26 10:30:28 +0000

from the back of the plane
looking forward
as we bob and sway
through the air

we are passive, moved
by the forces
greater than us
hardly able to observe them

like the seaweed in the tide
we grow, live, die
nourished by the waters
that also rip us away

a hundred heads rock
back and forth in unison
from the placidity
of agency removed