Flight 93

I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked
Why 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’ shriekings… earthward, in a stall…
We floated… earthward… wings outstretched, aghast
Like Icarus… as through the void we fell…

Till 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.

Originally published by The Lyric

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Flight 93