Flying in our twin engine chartered or other flights,
Or just gliding over wheels on land,
Golden, silver horizons in sight, speeding wherever possible,
Over bumps or brittle bones, high tech suspensions,
Sat nav’s robotic voice guiding us
Maybe the drone of the engines is just an illusion, an mp3 or wav,
we being pushed by mere gushes of monsoon winds.
This has been painted over a canvas board with acrylic paint. This would work in any orientation you like, horizontal or vertical. It measures 25 by 30 cms.