Tag: poems on tumblr

  • window seat

    image

    the shadow moves gently

    across the engine

    and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly

    as the captain’s hands on the controls

    — or perhaps it is the autopilot

    so it is the hands of the engineers

    who typed the code —

    are just barely rocking the plane 

    and all of us within it

    slipping through the currents of the sky

    so softly we can’t

    even feel it