Thoughts Before Flight

As I entered, momentarily gazing

at the many faces of those seating

on the vehicle I would settle

until our destination was reached

a couple that spoke together softly

while holding their hands together

a man drowned out all the noise

while his eyes roved like mine

a small blonde boy walked the isle

his mom followed closely behind

a bearded man swallowed pills

and closed his eyes in preparation

I wondered how we were able

to have such trust and surrender

to the abilities of human beings

who are imperfect just like us

we were able to set aside

the fear of everything possible

how often did we do this

consciously or unconsciously

close our eyes and fall back

and hope the universe will catch us

9/1/19

Two days ago, I took a flight with my family across the country. As I walked down the aisle to reach my seat, I couldn’t help but look at the faces around me in wonderment. In my anxiety, I thought at first, “These all are the people I could die with.” I scanned the faces, saving them to my memory.

A man, a women, a couple, a family, a mother and child. All on the same plane, the same destiny for the time being. They fastened their belts, and awaited for liftoff. As I took in this scene, I realized something very significant.

These are people of faith. All of them really. Why else are the potentially surrendering themselves to the capability of those in the deck? Having trust in a vehicle that defies gravity in a way they can’t even fully grasp? This was interesting to me.

Humans are creatures of faith, trust and hope constantly. Whether we notice it or not. It is an odd but beautiful thing. We know what could happen, the negative possibilities or even life threatening consequences of our everyday choices. Often, we have to set aside fear (I am very afraid of heights) so that we can fulfill our needs, dreams, and ambitions. As humans, we evolve each moment we surmount our nature in this manner, and trust that by doing so we getting closer to reaching our purposes for living.

I found that even being thousands of feet in the air was quite a wonderful experience after all, and I would quite like to do it many more times over.

For Mom

There are not enough words

that can help you to see

what sort of a person

that you are to me

I can only be gracious

for all the love everyday

and for not giving up

for making everything okay

I think of the sacrifices

that have caused me to be

you gave up your dreams

just to be with me

I remember the arguments

and we always have a few

but when the morning comes

you’d still smile, and I would too

I cannot even begin to think

how different the world would be

without the amazing woman

that I’m graced daily to see

I say these things to you

even though it’s not enough

to express my deepest love

and being my mom and stuff

8/4/19

Hope

a little poem from my high school years

Related image

through the depths of the darkness

you can always find light

with faith the broken-winged bird

will one day take flight

although there is so much wrong

truth revels what’s fair and right

in what seems an impossible world

we find ways to sleep at night

6/19/19

the pretender

she was never asleep

but the others all were

it was best not to

awaken them, frighten them

they knew nothing else

had nothing else

only this constant rest

nothing other than this state

of blissful unknowing

she pretended to snooze

well enough as she could

they couldn’t know that

she was awake, never sleeping

because she would lose

her bed forever

6/18/19

Our Little Blue Home

earth

our little blue home

with puff cotton clouds

and seas deep and mysterious

with crimson evening skies

and luminaries speckling the night

with creatures, huge and minute

and valleys vast and rushing rivers

with trees and mountains high

and wild flowers and tall grasses

with refreshing morning dew

and the sun’s comforting warmth

with blossoms in the spring

and falling crystals in the winter

with the cricket’s lullaby

and the morning tune of birds

with people of all kinds and sorts

who are blessed the gift to be

on their lovely, little blue home

where many wonders can be seen

4|22|19

 “…The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam….Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark…There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

Happy Earth Day!