Sunlight and clouds, the plane hits
a stone of turbulence. I almost bump
my head on a storage bin. Through
the window, a dark shape.
What’s that? I ask a woman
squeezed in that awful middle seat.
The pilot announces Mount Hood—
as we near Portland, the mountain
is an eye that stays open
long after we pass.
First published in Save My Place, Finishing Line Press.
Kenneth Pobo has a new book of prose poems forthcoming from Clare Songbirds Publishing House called The Antlantis Hit Parade. His forthcoming chapbook of haiku and tanka will appear from Yavanika Press. It’s called Threads.
Photograph of Mount Hood by Thomas Shahan.