And so another cycle of NaPoWriMo begins! Although I’ve been writing intermittently over the past year, I’ve neglected to post on here (oops). Much of what I’ve been writing has been about processing grief. In September, my grandmother died suddenly but not unexpectedly. The first poem I wrote for NaPoWriMo last year was about her, and I thought it only fitting that I do the same for this year. My grandmother was a pilot, not a poet nor a reader of poetry, so I’ve made the poem about flying. I hope she would have liked it.

Here are the blue skies that you promised.
A bright sun, a steady hum.
Where birds cannot warble, the engine sings.
This earth-bound vessel dancing freely,
dipping and spinning
to a storm-cell boombox –
but that was 1000 miles back.
Now, I fly on nothing but
good times and good winds and good faith
that the gas in the tank is enough
to make this trip home to you.

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