Watching Jets on a Sunday Afternoon

One of these days I will just decide to be unafraid.

I will buy a ticket, shake hands with the pilot 

And find a window seat in Row 10.

And it will go like that: in a quiet resolve. 

The heat no longer brazen in my chest;

The scattered and hurried thoughts absent.In its place will be a comfort,

A knowledge that I beat the fear of death 

And conquered every bit of darkness

That creeps under my skin. I will be only Light.

And Light will take me anywhere I wish to go.

© 2010