Air Travel

Air Travel

Time is irrelevant now

but also the only thing

that matters

between places.

The sky never turns  gray

as if it were not

meant to darken

or to call an end;

transparent clouds

form a bridge to connect

her to the destination.


She sits among people,

eyes closed,

captive between rows,

but freed in a place

not her own.

 The illusion of being

still in another land

detached from the earth,

calms her burning eyes.


“What is the time now?”

Someone asks her.

Sometimes nobody knows 

to which timezone

the road belongs.


The first day of April and A to Z Challenge  is dedicated to the alphabet A. 

Author: Archita

Musings about life and photography.

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