Airplane

Define for me the moment of loss of contact;
the moment we lose touch with the ground and
the Sun becomes a lonely witness, as you fly into the horizon.
Deep curves, swerving through the air you fly.
You never knew the estuary would be that blue, (a mind serene).

Complications of the ground become vague trivialities,
as whole, sprawled cities become microdots on the vast spectrum
of experience of life that becomes more and more remote
with each molecule of air that holds you: As a buffer
between you and the ground – so soft you cannot feel it, hold it;
so hard it will hold you - can it feel you - as you curve
through space? So far that if you reached, you could not touch
the Earth; if you closed your eyes, you would not be sure
of its presence. And for some hours, it isn’t there.

The sunrise, painted a rainbow of red and blue in pastel,
has been blotted dry and pinned up – hanging - waiting for you
to meet it in the sky (waiting just for you) where unique it lies.
Last strengths of sun, strike along your eyelashes as you
prepare for sleep. (Alone now and far from life, you’re safe.
You’ve run, you’ve succeeded. There’s no need for metaphors
Assuming you choose to never land.)

i think the grammar here's a litle too heavy, but it needed this amount cos of the regular lines and something to break it up. concrit appreciated as ever!