Poetry Month: April 26: Sleeping at 40K Feet

Sleeping at 40 000 Feet

One would think it more comfortable than it is,

sleeping at this height.

After all, the clouds are

pillowy soft (or so it seems)

and there's not much to disturb:

the errant jet jostling the air,

the occasional spot of turbulence..

And yet it seems too far from earth

to comfortably rest,

too close to the angels

to lose my soul

in the sweet expanse

of nothingness

peopled only

by my dreams.