Pivoting into the wind

Flight overwhelms all senses
the angle at which you set the frame determines
altitude so it can not take long to learn

as the sky turns black and the birds can no longer
be seen, eyes turn backward

and there is time between time
the time of waiting and ominous clouds
the in between spaces where people are
imprisoned safely in luxury

the only escape
away again,
and the way
that actions are described between husband and wife, redefined

what was ubiquitously deafening becomes
a rare quiet minority, there are other things to think about

down the street the same under sulphur light
but when the crowd shivers the air folds its rope
and between the strands twisted hard
a way is found

we infect the streets with working muscles
to contain our journey

but first, its pivoting into the wind.