Transatlantiana

sitting among the clouds
on the wing of the powerful machine,
i thought of all
i left on the ground
and how the cords between us
will soon have to give,
and how it will have to be all right;

then felt,
in a flash of visionary anticipation
a month from now
while recrossing this patch of the sky,
all the old vulnerabilities
reopening,
blossoming like flowers
everywhere after the rain.