Monday, 24 March 2014

'Theories of Flight'

Maybe the plane was hijacked,
derailed for several hours
without any real direction.

No, blame the pilots;
only a professional 
could vanish.

They landed somewhere.
They must have landed somewhere...

A mechanical failure?
Too simple.
Too easy to pinpoint.

Catastrophic decompression.
In other words,
they lost oxygen, consciousness,
floated like a paper airplane
through the sky
until there was no more fuel
to carry them home.

And what of the evidence?
Where is the wreckage?
Where is the oil 
spreading along water,
veins of a bird

And how does theory matter
for the wailing mother, 
the waiting wife
when all they see is empty sky?
Nothing to grasp.
Nothing to take in their hands,
fold, give wings,
then let go.

Kristina England

Kristina England resides in Worcester, Massachusetts.  Her writing is published or forthcoming at Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Gargoyle, New Verse News, and other magazines.