Poem – Wasn’t meant to fly

Sometimes I don’t know where the words come from
I don’t
I stare blankly out the window
or at a wall
and they come
One word
leading others
until I
eventually become
done

Just like when I walked off the plane
at Bradley International Airport in Connecticut
I knew I needed to
I had been shown what would happen
if the plane took flight
and when I saw THAT cloud
I knew it had begun
it was real

They removed the rest of the passengers nearly an hour after

I had already scheduled a new flight
and was sitting in a chair next to the gate, when
a woman holding a bible walked directly to me
“You knew, you knew.”

I did. I don’t know why I was given the sight
much like I don’t know why I’m given words
This isn’t funny
and sometimes it hurts

-M. Taggart

 

 

 

ps,. She said a lot more than ‘you knew’