Descent from a Night Flight

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #112

Through massive saurian eyes

We gaze down the night

From elevated height

At civilisation below

Leaking pearls of light.

Turning heads

As it dips its wings,

We are offline, suspended,

Apart from things

That can only happen down below,

Entelechy tells us so,

As do the legible instructions

On what to do

In the event of an emergency,

Tucked in the pocket of the seat in front.

We realise how similar we are

In our collective psychosis,

Until the jerk of the pterosaur

Bumps us back to earth

And our daily state

Of human disconnection.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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