In
The
Pre-dawn
Sky,
Six
Miles
High,
The
Red-eye
Coast
To
Coast
Blinks
Forward,
Two
Hundred
Plus
Souls
Aboard.
I’m
Down
Here,
But
Was
Once
Up
There,
Strapped
In
A
Chair,
In
The
Illusion
Of
Going
Somewhere.
It
Seems
I had
To
Stay
In
One
Place
Long
Enough
To
Know
An
Inner
Space.
I now
Travel
With
Head
And
Hand,
While
Here
I stand,
My
Feet
On
Solid
Sand.