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.