Kate Verna, Airport Fever Dream
Kate Verna, Airport Fever Dream
Mixed media and digital photography, 11” x 14”, Framed
GETTING OFF A PLANE IN THE MOUNTAINS
By David Frankel
The clouds were all around us as we stepped
Down from the hatch. They weren’t shouldered, thick,
Like bulls: they lingered into vapor, kept
The cold invisible; yet we would pick
The thinnest strands to step through. None of us
Walked fast. The terminal looked as if it might
Evaporate like dew; the bags beside the bus’s
Stomach-doors slipped in and out of sight
Like stalking cats. We needed to return
To even light, to air that let through color, to
Ground that didn’t lift or float, to learn,
To re-learn, permanence. We had to view
Ourselves as fixed, or we would never land.
The imprecise would swallow us like sand.