Chika on the Tarmac

leaving St. Louis
where it is raining
in a way familiar
to everyone

traveling with me
is The Collected Poems
of Chika Sagawa

and a cabin full
of murmuring word crafters

they are rehearsing
some of their works-in-progress
practicing perhaps for
an upcoming reading

the pilot reads to us
a poem about the miracle of flight
and the flight attendants
perform a delightful mime

Chika Sagawa says:

“I whistle and they come back
from deep in the sky.
So that there is no chance
of drowning in the endless colors.”

engines roar and
our upright seat backs
hug us deeply

we take off


(excerpt from the poem entitled Late Gathering by Chika Sagawa. Line breaks added.)

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