(no subject)
When the plane starts to speed up
Before it lifts off the ground
There's always a moment when I think
"OK we've been going fast for long enough,
there must be something wrong"
Then invariably the ground pushes away
And the sky pushes you down into your seat
And slowly everything begins to grow smaller
Less significant
I find myself staring at the ocean
From the window seat
And from 15,000 feet it looks like denim
All the same consistency
With constant variety
No two waves or swells quite identical
But all meaning the same thing
The sea is a lonely parking lot
For a building no one uses
Twenty five minutes from Charlotte Amalie to San Juan
Just long enough
To survey the water
And pick a spot to call home
Before it lifts off the ground
There's always a moment when I think
"OK we've been going fast for long enough,
there must be something wrong"
Then invariably the ground pushes away
And the sky pushes you down into your seat
And slowly everything begins to grow smaller
Less significant
I find myself staring at the ocean
From the window seat
And from 15,000 feet it looks like denim
All the same consistency
With constant variety
No two waves or swells quite identical
But all meaning the same thing
The sea is a lonely parking lot
For a building no one uses
Twenty five minutes from Charlotte Amalie to San Juan
Just long enough
To survey the water
And pick a spot to call home