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- Night Flight
- by Dave Medlinsky
- Their door open,
- you can see the
- pilots in the dark
- with their luminous dials,
- huddled in the numeric
- glow of instruments,
- a matter of course.
- The weather's bad,
- so we have to land
- elsewhere. Passengers
- are nervous, begin
- to unfold their
- maps of fear.
- The captain speaks
- quietly into his hand
- with some private language,
- gets a good read
- on the all-knowing
- compass of lost time
- and forgotten place;
- spirits this craft
- with forgiving direction
- through the halls without
- end, the cloud
- mansions that house
- the night with the familiar
- drone of dear reckoning,
- the wing and prayer
- you bank on when
- up in the air
- at the mercy of others,
- the only way to fly.