them, so bright (poem)
i wonder. no. i wait, for the
melody of clarity to play
an effulgent warmth of white, blues, colors.
shifting, moving, carrying, bearing
a vessel of their own dissolution
a mountain range of them, in fact
waiting for their earthly significance
overseeing, peering through.
the gaps – if any
waiting just a little longer,
for the descent that follows
// written on alaska airlines 2157, from sfo to pdx