Saturday, August 23, 2014

Flight by Franz Wright


Flight

1

That glass was it filled with alcohol, water, or light


At ten
I turned you into a religion


The solitary
four-foot priest of you, I kept
the little manger candle
burning, I
kept your black half-inch of
scripture
in the hiding place

Destroyer
of the world


That empty


Glass

2

In which city was it, in fourth or fifth grade, Mother read in the newspaper you'd be appearing and dressed me up in suit
and little tie
and took me
I wanted to run to you—who were all these people?—
I sat alone beaming
at you who could not meet my eyes, and after
you shyly approached
and shook my hand

3

If I'm walking the streets of a city
covering every square inch of the continent
all its lights out
and empty of people,
even then
you are there


If I'm walking the streets
overwhelmed with this love for the living


I will still be a blizzard at sea


Since you left me at eight I have always been lonely


star-far from the person right next to me, but


closer to me than my bones you

you are there

4

It's 1963 again, the old Minneapolis airport so vast
        to me, and I am running
after the long flight alone I am running
into your huge arms—
Now
I am forty-five now and I am dreaming
we are together again we are both forty-five
and I have you all to myself this time, and we are walking
together we're walking down a glowing-blue tunnel
we're on time for our flight, I can hardly believe it
we are traveling somewhere together alone
God knows where we are going, and who cares
we're together, walking
and happily talking
and laughing, and breathing.



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