Nose Dive

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

My plane crash dreams usually involve
me standing solidly on earth, watching
horrified as a 747 comes barreling down. 
But last night I was on the plane, and worse,
unbuckled. When the plane pitched violently, 
I smashed into the reading lights and call buttons.
Then falling again, I shot across the fuselage. 
Merciful waking came before the crash:
4AM. I’d sweat through my pajamas. 
Changes are coming, and I am unprepared. 
I’d like to remind my subconscious: 
I already know. No need for the dramatics.

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