Through the
confines
of the
aperture
I see
you
Trapped in
a middle
seat
between
two red-faced
Korean
business men
their dozing
choruses
filtered by
the resonant
noise
of the
engines
that override
all other voices
like the ultimate
authoritarian
entity
All four hundred
of us
it leads us
benevolently
towards
another shore.
Halfway through
the journey
I walk to the back
of the aircraft
to find small
open space
my personal
park
I do
my stretches
and exercises
so I don’t cramp up
I think of
Mandela
and how he
kept his
focus
not only
his sanity
Was it Winnie
that inspired him
as much as the
plight of his
people?
I finished my panel work
and actually threw
away a spiral
binder full
of applicants’
material
into the bin
at the back
where the flight
attendants
prepare our meals.
Time is periodic
we had already
established that
through
Borges’
library in a previous
installment
There are times
balancing or
in spite of
or abetted
by physical
activity
my thoughts
concentrate
on you perhaps
coalescing the
two.
Like how
calligraphy
is really a capturing
of the physical
acts on a collaborating
sheet of paper
like abstract
expressionism
and I
as a similar
coalescence of
physical action
and desire
and if
those
unfortunate
enough not to
be digested
and really
become part of
you are then
met by me
on the other end
yes
my greatest
calligraphic
ambition 
then the
end and
beginning
are periodic
like riverrun
livia
Howth
Castle and
Environs.

These two
sleeping
bookends
I wonder
what time
zone they
are currently
manifesting
We are sharing
the same space
but our metabolic
clocks are
in different
places. This
might be
why people
don’t get along
in general. Isn’t
it clear that
the Republicans
are somewhere
else but they
want to manifest
the same space
as we do?
Two old
couples who
should have
divorced decades
ago they live
together
but are apart.
I knew
I was
already and
had been
in the same
space as you
The physical
space that
aligns with the
meridian of my
soul
is inside of
you.

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