Kit Kelen – #minus 1 – responding to Andrew Burke's 'Taking Flight'

imagine me made of mist

(foreshadowing a year of flying)

in the bones

do you feel it?

the void is substantial

below, behind

here, reader

I am in your hands

we're equally invisible

I am already aloft afloat

I am falling

I am in your hands

the sky is the mind

I see from the window seat

consider parts of the fleece

bright and dark

the sorter's bin

clouds are a manner of speech

wherever your feet are

that's the way

I surrender

from inside a cloud

miracle of perspex is nothing

I pile out through that camel's eye window

start my religion this way