I shan’t think a landing is sound
That leaves both a ditch and a mound.
A plane should align,
Like steak with good wine,
To kiss, not to crush, with the ground.
The measure of immensity
is a small step,
just a footfall
snagged by a tufted hole
in the space-time fabric.
The way you fall is the way
you get out of your bed
when the day is already too bright.
All things fall upwards
from the empty seed.
The vastness of insignificance
needs a Dollar Store magnifying glass,
anything more expensive
would only distort perception yet more.
Ant hills climb up themselves’
perception is a rope trick.
There is no such thing
as a summer or winter moon
yet we all know there is.
The infinitesimal cannot be reckoned,
but we feel it crawling,
sense its self-propelled intelligence
re-wiring our brains.
A bloody nose drips on a moon rock
a rock someone had forgotten
to bring back.
Space, like memory,
is full of potholes.
Beyond the mushroom cap,
mind-spores sporadically fail
to make clear connections -
the immensity of what we then miss
returns to space dust
dust we leave boot-prints upon
as we once again
trip over ourselves.
Life pilots Death
Death navigates Life
let Karma not be
your flight less traveled
Seat belts sign off.
I have not been on a plane since 2019
That was some three months before COVID-19.
The 2019 trip was one of the worst of my flights.
However, although uncomfortable, it was planned.
But I prefer to tell you about our unplanned flight.
In 2016, my wife and I boldly decided to fly one way.
The flight back would be 'up for grabs'; go with the flow.
One way, Sacramento to Chicago by plane. Not a problem.
Chicago to Jackson, Ms. by train. Longer time. No problem.
One way ticket from Jackson back to Sacramento. Problem!
Our affordable and preferred carrier did not operate in Jackson.
So, we rented a car that turned out to be a truck and drove to Memphis.
Out of Memphis, we boarded our flight with three stops to Sacramento.
Are you tracking me so far? Can you see the 'venture flight' unfolding?
Jackson to Memphis by ground; Memphis to Houston; Houston to Portland;
Portland to Sacramento. Some 879 additional miles of unplanned
travel, but two senior citizens who boldly went with the flow were home at last.
071822PSCtest, Flight three Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke. 3P
Nice Comments make my day sail by
~ Happy landings in soft cotton skies
A bird has landed
On my porch.
Say it a thousand times,
You may be one- half step
Closer to the Miracle.
We look for pain
And find it
We look for joy
And find it
We learn
We can find anything
If we open our eyes
Love looks for you now
It will find you because
Like trees in a forest
Flowers in a field
we all stand together,
Alone.
Waiting to be found.
-Adventurous aliens always automatically anxious anxiety adventurous trying to take over my this planet...
4/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Condo Commando Landings
They came in shiny silver saucer shaped air ships
With cylindrical flashing red lights in the night
From Planet New Jersey
Alien space crafts…. I mean .… weather balloons, (according to NASA)
From many light years…. I mean… traffic lights away
Landing in Miami first with a thirst for power
They slithered from the… ‘Weather balloons” in zombie brigades
Heads tilted, drooling, snorting and looking for trouble
Your condominium community is their new headquarters
Condo commandos are here to stay
A cruel fiduciary species without any borders
Going from door to door
Giving owners & tenants lists of rules with magnitudinal orders
Millions of regulations, line item expenses, and assessments
You must fulfill….You will fulfill…you will comply or die!
“Resistance is futile!” They cry…. Or mumble…or moan
Or whatever it is the walking dead do
If you walk on pavements you will be fined
If you have babies they must return to the womb
No plants…. No flowers… No signs on your condos
And keep your doors closed at all times
Don’t think about crime. Don’t ask any questions
And pay your condo dues or be sequestered