Poem

Pre-Boarding

If this plane should crash

Know that I never lived fast,

Concorde supersonic boom.

I wandered a life

From room to empty room

Dropping coins on hardwood floors,

Steady splash-down plinking

Of nickels and dimes

Echoing through empty halls,

Jangling through pockets of time.

Rain lashes your face

But you can still see

If you keep on blinking.

Don’t wipe the water away,

Hands at your sides,

Remain in your seat,

Keep your lap belt buckled
For the turbulence ahead.

Face pressed against

A tiny oval window
Miles above the ground,

I wondered a life.

In the lightning flash

You can see the wings

Shuddering.

7/22/18