With human-made skin
We rise up, we rumble around
Why did I let
My children get in?
To the left, hello Monrovia
To the right, it's nothing but depth
But then the sunrise
Six miles high
My fears face a new death
My family is traveling right now. We survived a two day long process that included one flight that was 14 hours long. I was despairing of all sanity after six hours. And that was just one of three plane trips.
When we arrived, though, all memories of turbulence and flying for hours over the ginormous Atlantic in a little metal tube faded. We are, truly, in one of the most beautiful locations in the world: Cape Town, South Africa, visiting grandparents. The creativity and beauty here is spectacular.
I read Kelly Corrigan's book The Middle Place on the plane. Trying to hide my eyes full of tears three inches away from hundreds of other human beings was funny. Her book - it's simply beautiful. This is what came to my mind about her:
She moves effortlessly through words
Her hands leaving an effervescent trail
Of adjectives and similes behind her.
Lastly, our family loves dancing around to this song right now. (You have to get to about minute 2.35 to see why.)