Right On The Wing (early 1990's)

I had boarded the plane
When I felt the panic rise

I put my hand up to my eyes

(the notebook and her hand illuminated
her hand cut off by shadow at the elbow)

I buckled myself down
Let my hand fall to my side

Felt that the plane was just too wide

(only an outline of her head, the
sound of the pen scratching
quietly, thoughtfully)

The thing began to hum
And those women did their thing

I wished I'd given her that ring

(why couldn't I see her face)

The ground began to roll
The thing followed right along

And to myself I hummed that song

(I want to see her face)

The pockets shifted now
In these pants just made of air

Bouncing. Bouncing. On my way there.

(scratching
quietly, thoughtfully)

The engines cut right out
And the air just hummed and sighed
There were quiet thoughtful scratches
And there were quiet thoughtful cries
And as we rolled along
In that falling space within a space
This big smile cracked my jaw
Coz I could finally see her face