Maybe it’s the jetlag
or possibly the smoke.
As we sit atop the tallest tower,
I can sense the tinge of doubt.
It creeps across our minds.
A world apart from the mundane,
listening to jazz,
a trip to bring us far away
but only more far apart.
Out the window,
he says, beyond the refraction of lights,
you can see the curve of the earth.
I say it’s impossible, or at least improbable, but when I look, it’s true.
It’s like we’re on another planet
and I don’t know who we are anymore.