The roar of a science
That doesn’t make sense to me
Stirs the air;
Tin can in an aerial sea.
The sky pulls at my stomach;
I’m thrown back in my seat.
We leave the earth
Like loud ghost feet.
Darkness scrapes the sun away.
I look out my window and find
Stars flipped upside down,
Columns of metal in a bind.
Thumps rock me in my seat.
I’m at a rock concert which
I didn’t sign up for—
A baby provides the pitch.
A comforting angel
Announces we may fall prostrate
Back into the world we left.
The concrete carpet accepts us like fate.
Metal bird and fragile world
Kiss; they oscillate in an airy cadence.
I alight from the firmament;
Dear bliss, I haven’t felt the same ever since.
Amanda Michelle Brown 