We’ve been informed we are
flying at 29,000 feet (approximately)
above the face of the Earth,
suspended (how? by speed, lift and whatnot)
like a moving planet jettisoned in a line
moving at the speed of sound (light?).
Refreshments are served,
secured with invisible payments
traveling via plastic and magnets
swiped by staff standing still
as we travel at 575 miles per hour (approximately).
My snack appears and I’m handed my cup.
Nary a drop spills as I glance at clouds
rushing by like white airborne water,
and I can’t help wonder at which is harder to believe,
that people can walk on air
or that Jesus walked on water.