Take-off is behind us now—
all the things have been packed—the miles
driven—the room checked into
We are giddy with a view—
weightless at the height of our arc—space cadets
somersaulting in zero gravity
Please let this trip—this time—be a plateau and not a parabola
Our weight is upon us now—
the large mesh bag is full of dirty clothes—the bill
paid—the room keys turned in
Enhanced force pulls
us down—we buckle our seat belts
for a hard landing
Ingrid Anders freelances from Northern Virginia. Her most recent works have appeared in Brilliant Flash Fiction, Mothers Always Write, and right here in Eunoia Review. She hosts the Short Fiction Writing Workshop at the Washington DC Public Library and is a member of the Poets on the Fringe and The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, MD. Visit her at http://www.ingridanders.com.
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