I am currently sitting on a plane suspended somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, headed from NY to Paris, again. Having returned home from Paris not even four days ago, this morning I was still figuring out what to post here about my homecoming when… I found out I was shipping off to Paris again this evening! So, rather than write about home, I will write about the next best thing— the thing that seems to have become my home in the past few months: an airplane. Well, no one can accuse me of being a couch potato in this year off of mine! (Although I probably qualify as an airplane potato and that can't be much better?)
Anyway, here are my current musings on aircraft residency, in a form spun off of Wallace Stevens’ famed poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird:
Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Airplane:
29 times faster than steamship.
Can we meet for coffee tomorrow?
Quite a valid question. Let's wait till tomorrow morning, and by then I’ll probably know whether I'm flying anywhere that day.
Portal to opportunity.
Portal to death.
five layers of atmosphere,
one orbiting moon,
one constant shell of metal travel, teeming somewhere in the middle.
Maybe closer to heaven
But mostly feels like hell
French taxi strikes surrounded the airport and did not let my Uber through. This is why I left early. To find another path to that airplane.
It was night and it was day. Apollo inverted, I chased the sunrise across the globe, hungry for that thin band of gold
just a little faster
than I did.
An old man with his dentures out has a row to himself in the Priority Cabin. He’s slowly leafing through his passport as if it were Crime and Punishment. Perhaps it is. His mouth’s a sunken cavern, like my grandma’s when I used to put her to bed.
Landing on a tiny strip on the island of Tortolla after a short and choppy ride, everyone clapped and I was swarmed with amazement. My first plane ride.
The number of contorted positions I’ve improvised in my aisle seat could get me a yoga-teaching certification. It couldn't get me to sleep, though.
I rented a place among the stars for an evening.
Between one of these settlings in and the next, I was celestially unsettled, and I woke to a different shining.
A doze, a bad smell, a shudder, and we open eyes now on other lands.