all sharp and flammable belongings
before admitting to have this fear
of flying: more particularly, of the fall.
Never mind the pain from the fiery disaster
that might become of my trip. I've fallen
in dreams during restless sleep, and in them
I relied heavily on force fields which knew
of frailty and when to stop such madness.
But my baggage is checked in. Like so many
passengers waiting, we took turns glancing
at planes landing and taking off. We were
figuring out which emerging heads arrived
home, or have come only as visitors.
Then perhaps, I will doze my flight away
knowing too well that I will dread waking
from the same frightful sleep. To find it
chance upon me-- when there is no more
means to fall, need for nets. Just another side.
Written 02/14/2010
Revised 6/6/2011
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