transcendental burial
they flew him in via Qantas
having settled for a window seat
far removed from decades
of commotion
at O’Hare they whisked him
to an electric golf cart
making a beeline to an Embraer
fueling outside the hangar
once back in the air
he seeks out a familiar sun
rising exponentially
evolving every quarter mile
[few of us are capable
of going from past to present
in a matter of mere minutes
let alone twenty-four hours]
but this one is special
already realigning the landscape
in thought & thought alone
at thirty-five thousand feet
october two thousand twenty
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Amazing.
Thank you, Devika.