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.
