Dante’s plane ride
Mountains grow in obscurity
under the vague glances of airplanes.
They blink a warning to stay away
cell phones should already be off,
seatback trays in their upright position.
Disconnect as we descend
and for a brief moment
separate ourselves from this need to be
All are leveled as the landing gear engage
Circling lower like a giant vulture
bleached by the sun.
Expose each gasping fear
raise into monuments
these parched perceptions,
smooth like marble’s pulsing veins
racing flutter of the last moment
before the breaks engage.
Safety’s shattered illusion
click, click, click
as each prisoner escapes
from the confines of their seat
to the heady euphoria of survival.
The mountains recede
behind the veil of evening smog.
A cocoon or womb
to keep us warm and indifferent
to what grows outside of the door.