January 23, 2013

Departures/Arrivals


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.

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