The loneliness of flight gets you,
when you look outside the plane
you booked to go to the places
and when you check the clouds.
You pretend you are among them,
you are the person everyone knows –
the Icarus with the Godly plumage
that doesn’t fall thanks to the latter.
You smile at your stretch of fancy,
so a hostess asks for your health,
you tell her you’re doing fine
and you order a drink or two.
You land in a town you’ve never been to,
though you still think about the clouds…
Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields of theatre, film, television and literature. He’s still alive.