My year started long before
but: an avian landscape, securely
ushered upon arrival
footsteps shuffle, darting glances
paired with a nervous familiar hustle.
intercom voices, symmetric uniforms,
a noticeable lack of sputum-
propellers and turbines and pivoting blades
-from departures some mushrooms
escape; teeth clattering with a fission.
pistons and motors and metal and
at the UA front desk there is this
calendar. The pages turn but
scratches are made, marks that
celebrate a white man’s year, his
aphotic marching and
another sort of terminal
a different set of metal wings.
My time is gregorian, numbered
and marked. At gate B-29
there are patchy blossoms of snow.
sorry for the delay
- Maya Doolali