There and Back Again

Driving through the city at almost midnight,
and I realize for the first time how much the streetlights
look like stars and constellations,
guiding the lost souls home once again.

Speeding along the thruway I feel
as though I'm rocketing through space,
watching in awe as all of these bright beacons
float past me.

I wonder how easily lost an airplane might become
with both stars above and stars below
to guide it...
Or would it find its way more easily with two guides?

The beauty of the city captures me,
and I fall in love once again.

5am Flight

The direct light from the overhead
above my 3rd row seat
acts as a spotlight to the
scratches and sprawling of
my early morning whims.
I linger in the absolute, crisp
lines of shadow
listening to the murmured voices
of passengers around me.
I feel as though my writing,
this writing,
is on its own stage.
Offering a performance to those
who deign to crane their necks
and venture at deciphering
my harried combination of
print and cursive.
The voices grow, my performance
drawing to a close.
I return to my books, offering
their words the stage presence
they have already achieved.