You are on a plane, a plane like a troop carrier with people squeezed together on all sides and although you can’t turn to look you know your daughter is behind you but just then you see waves splashing up against the windows and feel the fuselage dragging and you don’t know if you’re on top of the ocean or already below it and then you are in the air although it’s not the sky but way down close to the ground, I mean like inches, a massive flaming machine dodging buildings and bridges (there’s no way planes can fly like this) but then you’ve landed somewhere and you recognize it as the airport from another dream, a terminal far away from where you need to be and not enough time to catch the connection you have to hurry hurry and then you see your daughter go out the door and disappear down the gateway and you’ll never know the rest.
Oh yeah. “It’s a wild world…and I’ll always remember you like a child, girl. …But if you wanna leave, take good care.” Sending love.
Comment by Gretchen Staebler — May 21, 2021 @ 7:51 am
Maezen, the imagery here feels very vulnerable. Thank you for sharing this and opening doors for your readers.
Comment by Joey Armstrong — May 22, 2021 @ 5:17 am
Dreams are like that. They are not dreams.
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — May 22, 2021 @ 5:33 am
Everything was about to change …♡
Comment by Bonnie Nygren — May 22, 2021 @ 7:58 am
I need to know what happened. How much for the password?
Comment by Bill — May 23, 2021 @ 2:23 pm
It’s always been this way…
Comment by MJ — May 24, 2021 @ 4:06 pm
Thank you for all the writings I have so far opened, they having been sent me by an old friend who guessed right I would appreciate. It was your piece on counting the breath most especially he wanted to point out to me. Thank you.
Comment by Robert Abitbol — September 5, 2021 @ 3:02 pm