Flight

I'm not sure
what makes me
uneasy,
simply the presence
of the bishop or how he ponders
the view beyond his window
from where he sits up front

The rest of us, tightly aligned
elbow to elbow in coach,
crane our necks to monitor
the approach of the steward
as he teeters along the aisle
taking up collections
for rum-and-cokes

We all know
this is a short flight
and that he'll reach us
eventually
and that the buzz
will take hold
just moments before we land