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Sitting in a plane
by Kelvin TanI am sitting in a plane,
aisle seat, centre row
asking myself, wouldn't it be nice
if we were to fall
just fall and meet the ground.
I am standing in the subway,
Platform C, in the city
asking myself, wouldn't it be nice
if I were to step
just step out and meet the train.
I have nothing against the world,
nor anything for it.
People are beautiful, sometimes,
if I could reach
just reach out and meet them.
But part of me lives
up high in the heavens
and I miss me, I miss me.
Would that I could, always
just be.
My mind is my curse
of course, ever inconstant,
watching, twisting, turning.
Would that it would
stop.
05/20/2006 Posted on 05/20/2006
Copyright © 2025 Kelvin Tan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/21/06 at 08:43 PM I agree with Loei- our hearts tells us one thing; our minds another. Excellent write! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/21/06 at 09:08 PM I can so relate to this, it's scary; as if you wrote it for me, especially the first and last stanzas. Talk about kindred spirits. It especially reminded me of a trip to the west coast I made in October 2003, and afraid to fly after 9-11. That last stanza nicely sums up my personality; a little paranoid, often beset by depression, though too much a chicken to kill myself. Thanks also for your comment on my latest! |
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