call and response
words echo back
after reading you
sometimes still alive, mostly dead
your cadence in my head
where you live moments, hours
a lifetime, imprinting past a pulse
into the next and the one after that
all of us who try to capture
copy, reclaim your voice and
make it our own
most people don’t look out airplane windows
so focused on iPads, coffee cups, sneezing children, they
forget patches of white snow painted on
mountains below like haphazard cupcake icing
stratified sky, hazy wispy air, clouds like rabbit
tails, under deep azure, stretching up towards
celestial abyss
the airline magazine dulls my imagination
pages about a hot dog eating champ, movies, TV shows
between ads for hotels and credit cards, I forget
how we got here
suspended in space sipping club soda
lakes look up, see us gleaming
watch our speeding motion
as we travel from
one place to the next
unmoved, trees quietly witness our descent
I pull down the shade
