The swirling, surging presence
Huge, below—everywhere below
Arresting, voiceless drawing
From the heart intuitive submission
We fly home on dark wings
Bumps yield to rumble, then return, attesting
Attesting that we move
Attesting that we move on something
I plan to be home soon and find the
Air as still and thin as I left it
But here it is thick and
Rumbling
We fly
And what magnificent thing we fly—
The utility! The form!
Outside, pure power, barely tapped
Inside, pure structure, barely free
Humming with purpose
For inside are we
We use the inside to
Ask for snacks and
Beverages and
Consume media
We use the inside to
Dream of where we were or will be
Eager for distraction or conclusion
Forgetting we fly home on dark wings
All the while,
The swirling, surging presence of the sea.
Billowing, enormous, unchangeable, flourishing
Heart stopping, life giving, veiled, observing
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Most is dark
But the lift in my stomach is light to me
Not to interpret, but to be:
God, it’s late, and I am over the ocean
I am soaring