Crying on Jets |
by Stephen Mead

Clouds roll by &, down there,
The toss of the Atlantic is so distant
As to seem flat.
So the globe may look from a space ship.
Smooth, that is, superb marble of familiar
Yet, up close, & how interesting, how strange:
textures of the sensuous calling, “explore”…
On this jet of dim lights
as the trays of the stewardesses
rattle small anthems,
aren’t we glued to our experience
so similar with the flattest of screens
& its flickering tug?
Pulled in, sucked, & that Heroine’s drama,
our lives it becomes as, around, back ‘n forth,
is passed the biggest box of tissues.
It is all we & our neighbor’s shoulders,
we & our neighbors, the pages, the script
of this multi-voiced Epic,
unfinished for now.
A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer, maker of short collage-films and poetry/music mp3s. Much can be learned of his multi-media work by placing his name in any search engine. His latest project-in-progress, a collaborative effort with composer Kevin MacLeod, is entitled "Whispers of Arias", a two volume download of narrative poems sung to music,  His latest Amazon release, “31 Kisses”, a poetry-art hybrid, is a celebration of romance for lovers everywhere regardless of sexual orientation.