I respect your fear

Photo by Dan Fraser

I respect your fear

I will not ask you to use logic

to make it disappear

I might suggest you allow my love

to comfort you

and perhaps loosen

the tight grip fear holds us in

each in our different ways

The flight left (Dream)

A flight left from the abandoned

warehouse

with yellow grease smeared

on the dusty windows

I wasn’t on it

my tattered bags were waiting

in a discontinued baggage lounge

no one could tell me

how I could jump

through the rumble of clouds

into my cracked seat on the plane

with no destination

there was a sense of panic

and the roar and scream of motors

that were gone

absolutely gone

as the dark waves lapped

against the rocky shore

I had to be on that flight

but it was gone

absolutely gone