Late-night Flight to Milan

i am: in metal box
hurtling four hundred miles
per hour over atlantic ocean

i am: fruitlessly plunging
head into pillow
attempting sleep failing

letting sea of white
jet engine rumble noise
wash envelope senses —

outside in soft monochrome
the full moon burns
high in the night sky

hazy light casting
shadow on serene
forests of clouds below


Jieruei Chang