the breach

Written by: Yolanda Jones

we entered thee over crowded 
chanook lined with duffle bags 
and dusty jump boots I catered 
to the rear windows focusing only 

on the clearing the empty runway 
invited solitude while the hearing 
began in mid air returning to stateside 
offered an abrupt  glimpse of incoming 

land while waving at the daunting sea 
my heart beat drowned the sound 
of unwanted chatter clinging solely 
to the solid formation sweat covered
my neck my hands dripping wet as I realized 
this was an unauthorized briefing 
morbidly performed an yet galently
removed beyond such tyranny I'd discovered 

espionage and treason apon the joining 
of hands solemnly while prayers were covered 
as we approached newness throughout 
tangible lessons abroad