Catastrophe That Nearly Brought Down a Plane

After late-night Li Bo,

on a plane to Houston, out of sheer intumescence

I begin unravelling a sickness bag—

starting with the wired throat,

then the pleated sides, then bottom.

My finger trapezing through the waxed paper

feels like a tall-masted skiff – almost Odysseus

slicing Lake Ontario: placid like an eye

that has seen without knowing –

seen earth before there was blood,

before the peach blossoms, before words –

midsummer sky like cut nectarine –

before butterflies; moon rivers; temple bells.


Meanwhile, in the seat behind me

someone’s talking out loud.

His language of gestures and force – lost

on everyone, like some forgotten folklore.

Bloodshot, stubble-faced, his unbuttoned shirt

resting on his chest in reverse

like a deflated child suckling a mother's hairy teat.

He tamps down the child and talks

to the young girl beside him,

to the men in front of him.

The girl is anxious, can't understand a thing.

She has nowhere to go.

Hasn't heard anyone talk like this before.

Not rant, not even sermon, just talk – modulated

like rain gurgling down tin eaves – incessant,

torrential rain, pointing to a whole universe

outside sealed plastic windows.

Folks that have spent their entire lives looking away

have to stretch their necks hard, looking for him –

the man who won't stop talking.

Anxious attendants scurry up and down the aisle

begging the man to stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Facing the girl, he ignores them all, as though

he has been alone under the moon, drinking,

after being forced to shut up too long.

Bibliographical info

Sabyasachi Nag, "CATASTROPHE THAT NEARLY BROUGHT DOWN A PLANE" from Uncharted. Copyright © 2021 by Sabyasachi Nag. Reprinted by permission of the publisher.

Source: Uncharted (Mansfield Press, 2021)


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