United 7604 to O’Hare
being crazy at 33,000 feet is not about
not being able to get the baby with the
pressurized ears to stop crying
and not being able to get the flight crew
to supply anything but pretzels and water
to the withering old guy in seat 22C
and not being able to not have the money
to buy the best-in-the-world sonic
toothbrush from the SkyMall catalogue
and not being able to think about the
flotation device under the seat without
wondering what it would be like to drown
and not being able to see that the cure
is not in the money or the having or
the hunger or the hushing or the planning
for the worst so you’re ready for it and
anything else is as good as a gash of
sun on the Lake Erie mirror below
no
being crazy at 33,000 feet is about
not being able to see that the cure is not
in the seeing of the blueness of the sky
as blue but in seeing that the blueness
of the sky is the rim of the galaxy
calling to you come out come out
into my infinite now and forever
