The alley stank of overflowing god knows what
I was in a hurry to do absolutely nothing fast
Sometimes you just get that urge to do something
Anything
Anywhere
Anyhow
with anyone who may stumble into your path
I paused to peer up at Orion's belt in the sky
I'm not sure why, it's not like I'm a fan of his
As I gazed, a low-flying 747 blared overhead
It took almost a full minute, but soon I was
feeling instantly alive
with the residual breeze as if a dragon batted
its immense wings
against my wandering frame, causing stillness
The gust of air played like a cherished melody
upon my clothes, face, and hair in the night
I wanted that plane to turn around
I wanted that plane to land in the alley
I wanted that plane to scoop me up, up, and away
I wanted that plane to be the des ex machina that
can save any shiftless third act life from all the
weak willed choices, hair-pin turns, plot holes,
and directionless late night alley roaming
that haunt this tortured scribbler
I wanted that plane to bring me to you
But you missed the plane entirely
because you're afraid to let go
of whatever is attached to
childhood's lost kite
