Plane Poem
Published in
Jul 23, 2023
Thirty-thousand feet: enough
to clear the jagged Sierra Nevada —
but not enough to rise above
this ringing in my ears. I’ve learned
some things are inescapable.
Turbulence: another troublesome
thing that keeps reminding me
there are complications in these clouds —
too many revelations. Now,
I can’t breathe and it’s cold.
Obstacles in between.
And gravity’s that fearful, familiar
force that pulls you down to land
upon some hot tarmac somewhere
deep in the heart of Texas.
© Darryl Willis, 2023
