Down Time

I really like the legroom on these flights
The movies, the service
The smoking I could live without, but you know,
International.
Departure wasn’t too bad
It’s always a wonder how
These massive metal monsters
Leave the ground and cross oceans
And we’re in the air for hours, on a flight
International.
The weather is a bit unpredictable, precarious
Portending
The pilot announces something
Mais je n’écoute pas,
And I continue reading
I brought a lot of reading
There’s a lot of time to pass on this plane
International.
The plane hits a bump
I look out the window
And the sky moves
Swirls, shudders, angry
The plane dips, swoops
And finds level
My stomach sinks
And doesn’t return to elevation
The plane tips
Engines cut
The lights blink then fail
I can’t breathe
Windows blow
My book flies away
Panic
Screams
Cries
Prayers
All of us
Le pilote, aussi.
He’s flown this route before,
Air France Flight 447
Rio to Paris
International.
The plane crumbles
Disintegrates
We disappear.
The Atlantic Ocean is huge
They won’t find me
But I wait for them to find
That black box,
boîte noire
So I can understand
So my family can understand
And my friends
Who are anxious
It’s taking a long time
But I am patient
The search has expanded and extended
Into an effort, massive, mighty, sweeping.
International.