Like me, do you sometimes sleep through
the safety demo on flights,
firm in your belief that your flight,
of them all, will never land on water,
because nothing ever happens to you anyway.
On other days, do you map out scenarios,
of potential seas and oceans along the way,
and what temperature the water will be,
and if, in the melee, you’ll choose
not to slip the life jacket on?
Are you just as fascinated by red things-
tomatoes, boys in ragged capes,
Danger signs, life jacket tubes?
Do you check under the seat with your toes,
to see if they are telling you the truth-
and then laugh wondering if
your life-jacket lovers will ever be
this close when you feel the urge to jump?
Sometimes, when your throat gets
a little too tight, do you reach for
the oxygen masks they aren’t dropping yet?
Is it only you feeling the pressure a little too deeply,
as you face the choice between being a cloud
and longing for solid ground?
When the shadows start getting larger,
and the bottom falls out from under your stomach,
do you, like me, always land a little more blurry
each time? Do you still manage to keep your head
amidst the clouds?