Flight 93
by Michael Burch
Submitted on April 1, 2004
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked
why my existence felt so small, so purposeless,
like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp...
Vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms,
as glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch
to OFF... I heard the Klaxon shrill alarms
like vultures shrieking earthward, in a stall ...
we floated... earthward ... wings outstretched, aghast...
like Icarus... as through the void we fell...
‘til nothing was so beautiful, so blue...
so vivid as that moment... and I held
an image of your face, and dreamed I flew
into your arms. The earth rushed up. I knew
such comfort, in that moment, loving you.
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