The Man Who Flew That He Might Dream

The Man Who Flew That He Might Dream

Most of his musings, as a child,
were honestly awake;
then, blue sky alone
bowled him over
and any glow of moonface wowed
his inner space.

But as he grew, his view of sky from ground
ground down;

and it was only when he flew
that he flew,
a window seat beaming him up
to not-sea deeps,
clouds outside the plexiglass crowding him (gently)
into the subconscious.

He shut his eyes
to the passed peanuts
and anything else that might betray that place
where non sequiturs were made to follow,
where desires were grasped,
the dear lost, then found–yet still endlessly sought–
where nothing could be truly sold
or bought–
(he’d gone into international marketing for
the miles)–

where he simply knew things,
as one does in dreams, of great

He tried to hold onto these through landings’ thud, against
the brakes, above the flat
of tarmac, the bright blink
of all those phones, the thickening beat
of his own clipped heart.


Poem for my own prompt on With Real Toads about flight.  Pic is mine; rights reserved.

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10 Comments on “The Man Who Flew That He Might Dream”

  1. M Says:

    that final line just defines him, doesn’t it? how what we do contains and constrains us, even while in secret we (might) dream.

    it’s good to read you, K – I surmise your mother’s hip has kept your attention, on top of the daily chaos emanating from the swamp. I’m glad for your drawings, too… ~

  2. Brendan Says:

    What I love about this is that it requires no privileged occasion or even author — the subject is a guy “who went into international marketing for the miles”: The sort of career trade-off in order to better graze in the fields of the Lord. Loved those “not-sea deeps” too, the glittering not-undersea vault of the sky, where one “simply knew things,/ as one does in dreams, of great / gravity.” Only in the flying. When it all comes down there is an extinquishing which is almost cruel. Fine write and wonderful challenge, Karin.

  3. wildchild47 Says:

    there is such a wealth of rich imagery here – I love traveling from the depths of the seas to the skies – and how skillfully you’ve chosen such lines and phrases, – this speaks to “every man” – and yet, in some ways, it’s also very intimate – so universal yet personal, as we too can look within and recognize the dream-state –

    and this line, placed as it is – just really pops – (he’d gone into international marketing for
    the miles)–

    wonderful imagery and image as well – thanks for sharing and the prompt 🙂

  4. Kerry Says:

    Your portrait is so fully rendered, one feels this person’s tale is authentic, and yet there is something of the everyman in him, enough for me to long for a aeroplane flight, slipping free of earthly concerns.

  5. This is wonderful. I especially appreciate the double usages of the same words. Your theme words of ground, flight, landing, miles, brake, etc. are perfect metaphors to be applied to our own emotionally crowded psyches (upon which I’m glad no one has a window seat to)!

  6. I love the title, which sets the tone perfectly for the poem that follows. Wonderful, Karin!

  7. I actually recognize myself a bit… I used to fly a lot before, and that special mood when you are alone in a windowseat… blocked myself out, just listening…. (I remember last time I flew a like that I listened to Howl… over and over … probably a flight)… now my gold card is gone and I stay on the ground.

  8. Anonymous Says:

    Yes, I too love the title. I can relate. I fear flying so I slip into a daydream state as soon as we back away from the building.

  9. helen dehner Says:

    ~~ window seat beaming him up! Yes, that’s how I feel the second I lift off!! I have had several scares, but still enjoy the ride. Great write, Karin.

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