First Flight

two black eyes are closer
to one another
the closer they are
the farther the world seems
teardrops are useless
under thick mascara purple make-up
many other dark rings are hiding
the two eyes blink dry at once
hoping no one will notice
the more they blink
the emptier the waiting room

two other girls stay shoulder to shoulder
crying their troubles with true tears
the lonely girl looks at them so clearly
wondering if they are noticing her
tightening her dress belt
weighing the heavy suitcase after a sleepless night
before the long distance plane race
a slight dizziness it’s the sign morning is there
and she is lucky to see perfectly
heeding to the announcements
so hard to hear by those with wide opened eyes

either silence or carelessness or teardrops
hidden under make-up
or under a rain of words
the deeper they are hidden
the heavier to pass them
between the others
from one customs area to another

Categories: My Poems in 2012 | Tags: , , , , , | 4 Comments

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4 thoughts on “First Flight

  1. an intense poem ;vivid imagery too and good choice of words which reflect sadness and loneliness

  2. aloha Cristina – yes, this kind of transition can be major – and for a first flight how powerfully this transition can change worlds, and yet as your poem makes clear it is all personal. well spoken. aloha.

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