kwan-se-um-bosal,
kwan-se-um-bosal,
kwan-se-um-bosal.
the 737 shakes and rattles
breaking ground at dawn.
morning mist and fog
obscures the sometimes
sharp edge at the horizon.
moments like these
bring me face to face
with my own mortality.
yesterday’s despair and loneliness
give way to joyful anticipation.
the grey earth and blue sky
meet at this fuzzy
pink and red juncture.
leaving dallas behind
the sun rises in the east,
as popping ears
constantly change the pitch
of the droning engines
and the hiss
of the air conditioned wind.
January 20, 1996
Over Central Texas
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