When the plane went down, everything turned
grey, nothing made sense
then, the fear set in.
Wrapped securely in seat belts
and wanting to sit silently, men went mad.
They hung in air as water crept in
burying the fuselage.
Moving calmly into unconsciousness
I lay there drifting, ignoring the screaming.
In those final moments came a city,
the one I’d always longed to visit,
one full of streaming light,
of incomparable beauty
with so much my mind touched
space, color, texture
that pierced through everything
giving freedom from the dark
and allowing an escape from it all.