Armchair Zen

Gunfire all around and

My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding.

He said “Forget about your law and order.

You left that at the American border.”

A silent boat to a floating plane.

One blacked-out treetop flight away.

One blacked-out treetop flight away…

Stars light the river as we trace its courses

Rolls-Royce putting out all its horses.

We climb above the deep, dark sea

Could it be?

Could it really be?

Thirty-eight hundred and we’re really flying.

Everyone on board is crying.

Bullets flying, windows breaking

Our little plane is shaking, shaking.

Shudder-bang. Prayers are spoken.

Hope lies broken, broken.

A subtle peace washes over me

As she augers down into the sea.

Finally free.

Seek peace,

Paz