Poets Resist
Edited by Logan February
July 16, 2019
Prince Bush
From an Airplane the First Time
I do not think anything
that has not been thought
before, though at times I
do forget: I am not the only
one looking at the sky — cars
as spider mites, people like
Martian Manhunters, impalpable
trees maintaining their look
on a selection of sun
rain, sugar, eyes gazing down
and up — from an airplane
the first time. Everything turns white
once inside the floating cloths
and I relish, the plane and I
pull through. I even wing my way
to another cloud, my eyes close
the window down, trusting.
When the plane lowers, I remember
white’s mortal meaning — enter earth
eyes open.
Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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