Good Conversation [Poetry]


While meditating on the airplane I wonder:


Am I closer to God now?

Are my prayers heard more clearly?


Clouds crowd around us and I spot lightning in it's natural habitat. 

The scene is at once awe-striking and humbling.


On the ground I have autonomy, place, a role to fill.

Here, suspended, I am to sit and wait,

at the mercy of the weather and my pilot's skills. 


It's odd to have your fate in the hands of a stranger. 

But turbulence doesn't scare me one bit. 


God isn't done with me quite yet. 

Our conversation is just too good. 


[written 8/16/18 on an evening flight from Tampa to LA]