Grateful More for the Takeoff Than the Landing
a poem about escaping as escapism
One Hundred Days of Gratitude. Fourteen.
Today It feels like I might be taking fight or flight a little too literal right?
Because it’s not like I care all that much about landing.
I mean I earnestly and honestly hope we do. I’m sure we will Faith in god’s plan the landing gear and the woman in the cockpit.
But the real fear for me was if we, could never take off.
And I could never take off some of this baggage I’ve been carrying around.
and intentionally accidentally leave it behind unattended.
Don’t tell TSA. I’m sure it’s fine.
It’ll be here waiting for me after the fun is done and my trip has ended.
It always is. And still, today, it’s still easy for me to say, I’m god damn thankful for the takeoff that takes me away.






