Cruising Altitude

by allisonkujiraoka

Cruising Altitude
an equilibrium of being
the me I return to
and the me I’m leaving

Hydroplaning on the clouds
adjusting to these ceilings
lights off and switches on
stuffy air I’m breathing

Suspended in an equidistance:
behind–days breaks, then noon chimes;
ahead–we yawn, then cross the Date Line.

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