Descent
(For Carol)
The plane descends upon Los Angeles
One wing lifted like a bride gathering
Her dress with one hand ascending
The steps to the altar. The landscape
Changes like a groom turning
To greet her, his face rotating
Like a month of moons radiating
Ever more light. My lover sits
Next to me watching the in–flight movie
And I try to imagine
If he wasnąt. Would I hover here?
My card for you is blank. The white lily
On the cover has its lips parted,
"Oh."
© 2004 Eileen Kowalski.