Franz Wright

 

from Flight

4

It's 1963 again, the old Minneapolis airport so vast

        to me, and I am running

after the long flight alone I am running

into your huge arms—

Now

I am forty-five now and I am dreaming

we are together again we are both forty-five

and I have you all to myself this time, and we are walking

together we're walking down a glowing-blue tunnel

we're on time for our flight, I can hardly believe it

we are traveling somewhere together alone

God knows where we are going, and who cares

we're together, walking

and happily talking

and laughing, and breathing.