down time

on a plane to portland

a moment of peace

there is something about flying--perhaps

that idea that you have so little control in that seat, 17E.

and the fleeting calm is interrupted by a thought:

that i was so lost in my own grief and in a fury of busy this last week that it just now occured to me to be sad about what happened between me and you.

despite that moment of unadultered clarity, the tears that began to well in my sockets surprised me.