airborne

a dinged up banana yellow Chevy S-10 

rolls past my anxious airliner window.

I search the back pocket of the seat in front of me for a logical explanation,

but there is no reason, it seems,

to understand such a thing.

 

the various deities who oversee these matters

are at a posh café in Prague

discussing whether it is necessary to exist to be considered a god.

 

the snow-capped mountaintop has just texted me

to let me know that she does not miss me

and that my eyes are not as blue in person

as they seem in pictures.

 

next to me, a raging Italian river

with messy black curls that seem angry

to be attached to his head

will not stop his high tide song

 about the luscious wonder of a Tuscan Spring.

 

I saw Tuscany in a movie once.

the acting was terrible.

almost as bad as his singing. 

 

suddenly, I have forgotten the name of the town to which I am travelling,

and wish I was on a vast green field searching for ancient arrowheads.

 

from the looks of these peanuts,

I may die before I get to eat again.

I’m sure that I’ll miss eating

once I’m dead.

 

I wonder how the food is in Heaven.

Hell?

no.

Purgatory at the worst.

 

airborne thoughts are too heavy to carry.

I hope they don’t weigh the plane down.

 

there is no way to truly know,

but I believe that, in my absence,

the ground has completely dissolved.

 

I wonder how much rent is here.

I’d love to call that dragon-shaped cloud

home.

Author's Note

I get nervous on planes.

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Oh Brilliant. No way better than to describe your airborne experience in such splendor. I loved your para
"The snow-capped mountaintop has just texted me
to let me know that she does not miss me
and that my eyes are not as blue in person
as they seem in pictures. "
And it seems the poem is also a flow of thoughts, of how one thought takes you to another e:g
"about the luscious wonder of a Tuscan Spring.

I saw Tuscany in a movie once.
The acting was terrible.
almost as bad as his singing.

suddenly, I have forgotten the name of the town to which I am travelling,
and wish I was on a vast green field searching for ancient arrowheads. "
Well done.

[Crowley]

I am opening a wing shop in hell when I die....pizza and wings. They will be so good that people from heaven will be stopping by. This was super creative and original and sang. some of the lines were stuff I wish I had written and then had you review me and tell me you wish you would have written them and so on and so on. You got it going on my friend...glad you are on this site...inspiring to say the least.

[KAREN]

I have never been on a plane before! And I know I would be scared to death!! I enjoyed reading your story!

[Aven]

you got me hooked on the first line :)

[Maurice]

An imagery-laden adventure here. I shall read this again when I fly later this month.

[Anna]

LOl

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

this is a gorgeous personification of the world around you. i don';t know which stanza i love more as each was so filled with delight

i too get nervous on planes, and i know i will be thinking these things now..
(i want to live in a dragon shaped cloud!)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a scream of images like no other coruscating at lightspeed~ my own feet like their deep roots~ one would have to cut them out from under me to get me anywhere near an airport let alone on a plane~
on another note~ this streaming reaction is very familiar I apply the same technique to distract me the hell out of situations that would send me into apoplexy~ everything comes alive~ from the hat on the woman's head complaining about her flakes to the chair in the waiting room talking sh*t about the people with the magazine rack~
=)~

[The Silver Chord]

You can feel the anxiety just pour from this. Seems good to me.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Such thoughts as flit through the frontal lobe of the gifted mind... on any given day, I'm guessing.

My favourite bit is the stanza in which mountains texted (made me smile) and I love the curling black hair of the Italian river (so so good)