A Poem: “Up In The Air”

 

They charge

for selecting a seat.

 

A new way

to dip into my pocket.

 

But no info

about fellow travellers.

 

How do I choose

without knowing my neighbour?

 

Blonde?

Brunette?

 

(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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