Above Poem by Tony Adah

The formless form
Of this place called earth
Up and away above the sky
Cloud clad in shapes
So many to behold.

Looking down
From a floating sky
Perplexed by the ordinariness
Of the formlessness
Deception abounds that
The sky floats below.

The sleeping clouds
Endlessly and aimlessly fly
Stretched by the tail winds
Like the artist's strokes on canvass
And woolly like cotton bolls
Starring at the blue sky.

I feel like stepping
Out of the aircraft
My feet on this surf
To prove that the earth
Is still below.