Thai Airways Flight TG775

In his saffron reality,
waiting for the toilet
to clear,
the monk works inside
his Thai rectangle of
sky, as though building a cloud
from within--
the form becoming
with all that mystery
of Time, aging
children and being lost
in a song.

The engines are out there
compressing the darkness.
I can almost whistle
their dissonant tune.



by jerry gordon
3.15.5