there’s a black screen
razing static through
blank eyes, boldly breaking in
bends and making turns
as the plight of flight
marches through atmospheric
tidal waves once again.
crimson hair twisted in smiles
of anticipation, affiliation;
impatient minds building
sandcastles out of the contents
of an empty hourglass.
footsteps of weary strangers
making imprints on tile and concrete,
foreign faces and fending tongues.
listening to words on paper
and eavesdropping on conversations
that i would never understand
hesitantly passing through
all their metal detecting charm,
won’t you go and give the secret cameras
another reassuring wink?
expendable rhythms and motions
a silent loudness of the chatter amiss
as we’re delayed by moments—
seconds, minutes, hours turned to half-days
and full centuries of a stuporic outcome
as the numb sets in like a
restless moth, raring for just a bit of
the burn of that warm sunlight.
all before the final call on the
crackling buzz of the static intercom
basks flatlined minds with relief
as the journey steps off the proverbial ledge
and the adventure beyond
grey clouds, sunlight, and a lost familiar place
finally begins to take its course.