Poetry: “Night Flight” by Jay Rubin

Night Flight
—Above the Atlantic

Cabin dimmed, passengers slack
sky outside my window black

A cranky couple quarrels in French
fingers stab the air

He a suit, she a skirt
each a laurel of light

How wonderful—Company

Somebody else wet by the rain
another yawn along the campaign

The woman twists, waves a wrist
shines her red-wine eyes on mine

Two smart, silent smacks
sky outside my window black

Jay Rubin teaches writing at The College of Alameda in the San Fran­cisco Bay Area and publishes Alehouse, an all-poetry literary journal, at http://www.alehousepress.com. He holds an MFA in Poetry from New England College and lives in San Francisco with his son and Norwich terrier.