Grace Kim

Plane 1: Elisha

— Originally published in print // Permalink

A plane moves outside,
and the air moves around it

A plane moves through the air outside
and the sound of the air moving
hits each ear –

drum and skeleton, some things
to rattle childishly (my voice,
for one)

A plane moves through the air, unknowing,
unblinking, and relentless,
and the sound of the air pressing
skims through each sphere, cold,
and reaches every molecule
eventually (I suppose) and ear
and fickle heart and lemon
made of sun,

and a plane moves
through the stainless light
like a bone in a brittle
seawash skimming lightly
down the shore.