Written aboard a Kenyan Airways flight from Lagos to Nairobi
Castles of frosts saunter like flakes
in a vastness of nothingness
A plane tugs through, edges past airy folds,
amidst muffled cheers of a human lot.
A longing weigh on the restless traveler.
And a conscious indifference of exiting.
These folds are caricatures -
faces and fadings of familiar forms
Thoughts wade through like silent drones, in drones, as
the promise of forever condenses.
Wait, are we landing now?
Journeys are delightful pranks
only Time gets the joke.