IGME Files

     As I’ve mentioned before, it was my first flight ever, and it happened on election day.  My parents and I boarded China Airlines.  The night before we left, I had our monthly lunch gathering with friends.  They all gave their well-meaning support:  Walter informed me about China Air having one air crash every year, Ricky seconded I would not be missed because I would see him in two weeks (read between the lines), Nestor concerned I will have brought a "gift" when I come back (read between the lines again), and Hans offered his one good advice for the day — make a bomb joke at the airport.  These are some of my good friends and I am "lucky" to have them.  Those bitches.  hehehe

     Here’s a poem I wrote minutes we left the dreary Taiwan skies.  But it revealed something beyond.   

Under a dome of fluffy clouds — illusions of touching you, is but a window besides.

That piercing but gentle rays you glowed lined oft-beaten paths.

The grayish winds that portend inescapable air turbulence.  Hang on to "air turbulence."

Amorphous lightness we leave behind, guiding our rear side.

The massive toy playing once again with you…waiting to be licked…barely passing one thin moving layer over a bed of static and heavy set.

Souls rising and passing the dark orange upper net. 

Beneath it –

Island maps forming out of mushiness, the sun’s final bow gently illuminating my line of sight.

Its last moments of the endless moments. Highlights!

Forever wanting.    

Groban’s "You Are Loved" is the message.