Between the disappearance
and the find, there is a time
imagination flies
to an altitude above
unhappiness or discontent
and circles the globe
following the possibility
that nothing is wrong, that
the pilot simply tired
of gravity and when
his announcement was broadcast
in the cabin, all
the passengers applauded.
A wonderful lightness
took hold at a cruising speed
of survival with a view
down on the earthly struggle
where bad news
is the only kind expected,
but waiting for a signal
we can watch
for the perpetual flight
passing overhead: a silver
arrow pointing
at beyond, at
wherever it is
such freedom ends.
David Chorlton has
lived in Phoenix since 1978, and still sees his surroundings with an
outsider's eye. This helps his writing projects, which include a new
poetry collection,"The Devil's Sonata," from FutureCycle Press.
