504 mph

40,000 feet

clouds slide silently beneath

chasing the setting sun

toward a new tomorrow

where the day begins again

and darkness recedes behind

unpleasant memories

fading away

into the past

like that day

your father left home

or the moment

your mother died

at 40,000 feet

everything seems simple

and easier to understand

and instead of

torturing yourself

to create something great

you just look out the window

take a sip of your gin and tonic

and write.