January 23, 2013


Jet engines whine on
at two in the morning,
their noise digging deep
into my dreams,
making me hear
doomsday coming,
loud and booming,
like thunder approaching.
When I awaken
from troubled sleep,
I know something
has changed.
I'm not the same
as when I drifted
into the silence,
take offs and landings
the only sound,
fading away
from a great distance,
where the runway
meets the sea.