ZONE 4.... 510 WORDS

Zone 4.. My 7 minute poem

I’m in a zone. (calling zones 1-4 to now board)
I’m in a zone

My stance is so still I feel like I’ve been cloned or maybe having an outter body experience… I need some justification

I’m in a zone…
My gaze is intent and focused on this thought
My gaze is unbreakable
Nothing can affect my focus

Around are infants shedding invisible tears to express their different needs for attention
Colleagues are discussing plans and business proposals over sips of caffeine and chewed tobacco to substitute their nicotines needs
The ladies are in full gossip mode discussing the “did you see that too…” from the events just passed when a woman and man became one before the alter… I suppose the congregation was in full support, but of course the gossip comes with
Magazines sheets are being crinkled as the lack of entertainment frustrates and no one wants to be bothered with placing it back as found
Occupied signs are being flipped before those awaiting to enter bathroom stalls
Oversize folk, in which you can argue should pay extra, are forgetting they are the normal over weight American as they pour over into your seat to have a conversation with the friend they forgot to book their seat next to, that sits three rows behind
Baby shower itineraries are discussed and the remnants of everything executed… “do you remember the beer chug from the baby bottle, what about them being handcuffed and trying to change the diaper on the doll” many memories shared
Glancing out of airplane windows at church filled parking lots thinking of many that praise their pastor and church more than they remember to pray to the lord in which the building was built to connect one with
G-shock tick tocks… I lie because I sport a digital watch and if I heard it doing any tick tocking I’d be knocking on casios email door with a complaint about the authentic-ness of my time teller

(it’s only a forty minute flight folks… There will be no beverage for anyone but FIRST CLASS)

Sounds of JaeSkeese first class chime and I remember I am thirsty but couldn’t afford first class, then again I’m on a company paid flight… Still I can’t afford first class… Dammit!

The houses below are becoming many
You can hear the nervous laughter brush away nervousness of the flight and the captain reminds us to stay seated because we are descending into Atlanta and the grandparents remind their new generation to prepare
There I am letting out silent prayers not only for myself and the flight, but my family I had to leave behind so that I could make some more money to support them and the loans that I cannot leave behind

STILL I AM IN A ZONE

My surroundings are still, my thumbs are on a go, my nose wiped from my mini cold, I Deniele AM IN A ZONE and I wish you were here with.

The end! My flight is landing