Love & Rage
This plane we’re on is crashing.
The masks have fallen from above.
I adjust my own then help the person beside me.
*
My heart is full of love and rage.
I float and shake.
I dream and plan.
*
As a kid I wanted to be
a paleontologist, to study beings
so much larger than myself.
*
The sound of the wind has now covered
even the whine of the engines.
Flames lick the wings.
*
Later I decided to be a priest.
I audited a seminary class,
still wanting to connect to the immense.
*
Soon many questions will be answered.
Or none at all.
I grip the armrests and wait.
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28 January 2025
Charlottesville VA
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