Robert Plath on the Other Side of the
Perspective
Drinking a Heineken
at 30,000 feet in the air,
looking down
at the dark water,
the tiny lights.
I see the plane's wing
dip a little and then come up again,
but it doesn't seem like anything
wrong can really happen.
The horror I should feel isn't there
while I have these headphones on
and all these TV stations
to choose from
and this beer in my hand.
People can detach themselves
from any situation I think.
I guess that's how my mother
could live with my father
all these years.
© Copyright Robert Plath 2007