By Carol Hamilton

At 34,000 feet or so,
I love the little maps
that appear on the back
of the seat in front of me.
They show me where I am,
the planned route, the lands
and seas easily connected
with red dashes and arrows.
I read the startling temperature
outside the window,
and our progress is neatly chronicled.
It is such a hopeful thing,
isn’t it, you and I sitting side by side
watching this calm forecast
of our past and future,
compact and satisfactory,
so filled with an unlikely
dare of assurance.




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