the pilot fucked up the distance
the plane shook
as it slowed down and neared the ground
then burst forward
taking off again up into the air
-- we missed the strip
circling around Minneapolis was crazy
it struck me with a wonder...
flying out of San Francisco...
Flying over Chicago...
there are so many cities
like São Paulo
going on forever in every direction
count up each person
each identical house
how many are there?
why so many?
how much bigger and sprawlier are they gonna get?
when i land in Billings
will it be just as big and unforgiving of nature?
the plane taking me there is smaller
i feel like an old friend when i get on board
having waited til the line died down
writing on this lap top
scurrying down the hall
here i am on the plane now
two seats on the right, three on the left
i decide not to sit in my assigned seat
to take up an empty row in the back
but taxiing drives me crazy:
i'm right next to the engine
it warbles and moans
and i can't take that much resonating magnetics and noise
as soon as the plane stabelizes in the air
i flee to the middle of the craft
taking up an empty aisle seat without explination to the poor business man by the window:
Where'd the next Story Go?
"Miss American Pie"
Mr Glück's book took another turn
and suddenly he was humble and fumbling
Human as i know him
not trapped in a hole as a child
as both of us were
but are no longer.
this story talked about witnessing it
and having high hopes for it.