A Flight of Fancy

Into the third dimension

Photo by Justin Novello on Unsplash

Magnetised and fantasised
the mother of invention
a fulsome flight of fancy
into the third dimension.

Rising in our rocket ship
watching earth disappear
stars fly by and me O my
we’re in the stratosphere.

The troposphere above us
below the mesosphere
it’s 5pm in Kansas
time for cocktails and a beer.

The instruments are buzzing
our astronauts asleep
one small step, do not fret
I’m not ready to leap.

Let’s float around the cabin
feel freedom in our grasp
and suck in some more oxygen
slow down please not so fast.

The reentry is easy
in our PJ’s and warm socks
let’s not land in the ocean
a spaceship on the rocks.

This is a flight of fancy
a state next to oblivion
please hand me my pipe and cap
my book and violin.

©

David Rudder
19th May 2016

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