By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes

Flying Home

We feel
we’re flying away from sunrise
heavy wings
wishing to be arms
broken fingernails
lifting brick bodies from rubble
our reconstructed selves
shrinking
into plane windows

Floating
toward river’s mouth
an eye drop of blood
on the lips of our mother tongue
swallowed by saltwater

Lightning strikes twice
punching holes
in manufactured ceiling
wristwatches stop
with the thunder of three hearts beating
in one simultaneous burst of synergy
charging heaven and earth
grounding us in the descending ascension of flight

There are no empty seats
no standbys     layovers

Flight attendants     business executives    tourists
in turbulence or smooth skies
keep seat belts fastened

Departing
is arriving
at the elevation of revelation:

We are all on board  the same
direct flight home

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Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes

Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes was born and raised in San Diego, California. He attended Herbert Hoover High School and went on to study Religion and Theology at the University of San Diego. His book Intimate Geography, published by Ragged Sky Press, won the 2012 San Diego Book Award for Poetry. Ish, as he is known, has also written lyrics for German musicians Andrea Hörkens and Thomas Roderburg (Tender Art).

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