I’m a blatant ee cummings mimic, I know.
i am on an airplane in initial descent
and you are the sunshine streaming, flooding,
bursting through my reluctant windows.
it is two thirty seven pm local time
but i left my circadian clock back home
and my mind is on the verge of crashing.
weary and disoriented after a sleepless night,
cramped and bleary from enduring twelve hours
of coach-class hell, i pull the blinds down
and beg for an uneventful end.
and you peek through the cracks and scream of a fresh beginning.
you sing and dance on the fluffy tops
of marshmallow clouds, skip and play
through a strange white landscape
untouched by rain and gloom.
the atmosphere is cold and thin,
but somehow you manage
to make it hospitable
just by being here. and for that,
i love you.
you wrap me in rainbow melodies
sung from vibrant strings,
invite my soul to dive into yours
and harmonize with the pure
electromagnetic light of the cosmos.
with secret hugs and whispered kisses
we write each other’s narratives
and finish them off
with a matching pair of rhymes.
when it’s all over I still have words to give you,
words that I know are only
asymptotic reflections
of what you’re worth. and for that,
i adore you.
we share a fleeting moment of blissful reverie.
and then i remember where i am.
right now i am circling thirty thousand feet
above my destination, but any moment
i could be brought back down to earth.
my estimated time of arrival is in twenty-three minutes
and the weather on the ground
is dismal with severe thunderstorms.
you and i are running out of time.
the reality of my predicament comes blasting at me
like a microcosm of turbulence, and i spin laterally
through three hundred and sixty degrees
and fall four hundred feet.
my eardrums pop
and suddenly i can’t breathe
and the pilot’s shaky voice is coming over the intercom
and the overhead panels are ejecting yellow oxygen masks
but i don’t want oxygen,
i want you.
A split second’s impulse tells me what to do.
i bound out of my seat
and race past stunned passengers
into the exit row and wrestle the heavy door open.
pandemonium erupts
within the rapidly depressurizing cabin
and hysterical air marshals
are waving guns around
as i take one last breath
and
jump.
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