Our fluids were checked and secure, our shoes and metallic objects
and overcoats were safely on our bodies when we left the ground,
and as we rose every face turned to the window
to watch the shapes of people outside
turn into shapes of the men on the backlit restroom signs,
and to watch those become irrelevant.
Every one of our plastic circle faces was bent to the window.
I threw my driver’s license away.
We were done with the part when we had to say
“Yes, I
am Heather Mason,
am Sean Davis,
am Robert Liles
and this is my ticket,
and I mean you no harm,
and I will prove it.”