Transit Gloria


As we climb towards the sky
My eyes dart to two marionettes crunched together in a neat, black frame
Their blue veins dance like a tango of constellations in the dim light,
gripping each other so tightly from fervent fear of letting go.
There is a weightlessness here,
A sensory deprivation flooded with waiting and angst.
We came here to escape ourselves, didn’t we?
I smile at the stranger with hollowed eyes.
The gravity of the world has left her without one.
“These connections are ephemeral,” I think to myself,
as one solemn soul is replaced by another.
The painful bleakness of this place is placated by the reminder of my beating heart.
I only wait for its blood to change colors as I soar higher.
So that I can be full of oxygen, like everyone else.