Fear of flying
I used to love
this childhood dream come true
my city reduced
to dots and lines,
who knew there were so many
turquoise pools, lights in windows
some them watching
this flash of plane
wondering where we’ll go
I’d load movies but never finish,
too busy watching us
shoot through clouds
so thick I bet I could sit on them
Then I’d cry at the bigness
of the world, and my smallness
The miracle of being
so high.
Now, I wonder
about unpaid air traffic controllers
and lost helicopters
Now, I feel my smallness
in my grip of the armrest
in willing those dots and lines
and lights to get bigger
in dreaming
of solid ground
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