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Through a Plane Window
Jean Lin

Is  this sky or ocean,  
a rush of frost white waves 
or clouds? 

At 60, I'm  an over eager child
puppy limbed, in my desire
to jump into the beyond.

The plane my diving board,
I become a winged creature 
in these cold heights.

Am I hearing the persistent 
thrum of jet engines in my ear
or is my own propulsion unleashed.

No one sees me 
there are no startled gasps
of delight or of horror.

The pretzels are still being served
to seat 43D.
A tawny heat rises
from the hills below,   
hills that wait like sleeping lions.

I want to curl among them,   
watch  the horizon scatter
as night approaches

and the sun catches fire.

No one has discovered 
I am gone.  My seat belt 
is unbuckled. 

My reading glasses
have fallen to the floor.

I am following directions 
that disappeared one night
long ago and are now
imprinted on my palms.
A  map I had never forgotten
only neglected
to remember.
This poem first appeared on
Used here with the author’s permission.

Jean Lin first became enchanted by poetry in the second grade when her teacher read a poem that was so inspiring Jean went home and composed an ode to her kitten. “I've been playing with poetry ever since,” she says. Jean is the author of one book and her work can be found in several anthologies and many journals. She lives in Saratoga, California, where she is active in a writing group and other poetry opportunities.



Post New Comment:
Mary Lou Taylor:
Word after word works in this buoyant poem, Jean's own propulsion unleashed. No fear here, just the joy of flying.
Posted 01/08/2014 01:26 PM
Alarie Tennille:
I'll try to remember the joy in this poem the next time Fear pilots my flight.
Posted 01/08/2014 11:05 AM
What a thrill! I love the way it turns at "No one has discovered..."--she's really on her own.
Posted 01/08/2014 10:35 AM
a reminder of the wonders of the mind and what it means to be alive.
Posted 01/08/2014 10:04 AM
Posted 01/08/2014 08:07 AM
Larry Schug:
I love the way this poem builds and seamlessly goes from "reality" to "fantasy".
Posted 01/08/2014 06:38 AM
This reminds me of my first flight. I was an adult, but felt like a child in a wonderful place of wonder. This poem touches that memory beautifully.
Posted 01/08/2014 04:11 AM

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