Week 33

There is a careful shared fear
in the economy class
when an airplane takes us up.
Even us more experienced fliers
feel it.
It's as if we make a shared promise
to live and die together,
a group of strangers
now forever connected
by recycled air.
It makes sense that death
connects us
bonds us
ties up and leaves us
to fend for ourselves
in a metal box in the air.
At the end of the journey,
we land, grateful to be alive
even if nothing waits for us
on the other side.