AERIAL POETRY: A while back I mentioned I'd been writing more poetry of late. Not too long ago I wrote one I really like. Here it is, for your enjoyment (I hope):

Other Invisible Winds
When I’m on an airplane is it life
that is flying by
along with the landscape?

Is it only
the scenery receding?
Is this me missing
my son and my wife,
or worse --
am I also hovering
beyond the dying
intersection of our time
together in this life?

It could be
this is how love works,
all this floating above
the gaps in time and space,
still staying aloft and held
together even far apart
by unseen hands
or other invisible winds.