after lingering on the tarmac
 reading and waiting, earplugs at hand and the
 fight for the flight's "open seating" suddenly
 and unexpectedly revealing the usually hidden
 caste structure at work, pretty people sitting
 with pretty people, business readers sitting with
 business readers, the unintentional segregation
 lurking behind the ticket-counter's semi-random
 spray of seating assignments, like with like

reading about this fall's movies
 heartfelt, funny, sexy, violent -- just the
 things that make each of us human, rebroadcast
 and thrown large on walls across the country like
 spaghetti strands being tested for texture --
 did they learn from the last one?  can they
 possibly hope to get it al dente the next time?

we take off
 late and apologizing, everyone polite in that
 particularly airplane way; it must date back to
 the beginning, Orville must have turned to Wilbur
 at least once and managed to inconvience him
 still smiling, Wilbur fuming but powerless to
 stop his satchel hurtling off into the Carolina
 dunes unbidden, a long evening's walk to hunt it
 down even with Orville's hand-written voucher
 good for another flight

we take off
 smoothly, the ground moving away below us like
 it's being pulled on tracks, gravity's hug
 sinking us all into our seats as we rise up

through the first layer of clouds
 into this semi-light already brighter than the
 ground, the clouds below us a loose-knit grey
 scarf on a glass coffee table, Boston below us
 like last year's discarded magazines 

through the last layer of clouds
 with the sky light and blue and beige above us we
 come cresting through into the air like nothing
 so much as a dolphin, our smooth pewter skin
 shedding drops behind it, grinning as the clouds
 are first eye level, then feet level, then below
 us and the illusion of leaping continues, our arc
 is unstoppably high and the peaks and valleys of
 the clouds around us hold no more danger to us
 than our own breath

our humming fans and steady lights surround us

Orville and Wilbur stunned at our complacence

we are truly living in a brave new world

© 2006 Adam Hirsch.
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