Ghazal on a Plane
I find my body lost in flight.
My ligaments crumbled and tossed in flight.
Stationed under ventilated breath, I rise;
and my buckled waist gathers frost in flight.
Pressure stifles air in this cabin, high,
forcing my two lungs criss-crossed in flight.
I gasp storm clouds from pipes underneath;
they fill my lungs with exhaust in flight.
My stifled presence has nowhere to go;
I signed myself up for a holocaust in flight.
Outside, we rupture through plaster clouds;
its wreckage clings to my window, embossed in flight.
And parts of me unhitch, and lodge in cumulonimbus shrouds;
this lostness a necessary cost in flight.