LOVE POEM (WITH PLANE CRASH)
I’ve been following your flight from LA
to Atlanta on my laptop for the last two hours:
I think of the few inches between the freezing
air, empty of oxygen, at 36000 and your sleeping
face and head tilted to the left.
On CNN it’s always the same:
They find the parts of seats first,
then the tail fins,the contents of purses
and finally the torsos—all of them naked.
I know you are safe; I have talked you
Through this when I was flying dozens of times.
Still, I’m quietly willing the giant plane
To get here quickly and safely.
“Look, now she’s just north of Lubbock”
I think to myself, and so on.
Daniel Henry is Assistant Professor in Educational Foundations at Auburn University.