This whole dream was like watching a movie, including the obligatory inner thoughts of “No don’t go in there…”
She starts acting strange,
Once they get in the air.
Speaking loudly, deliriously,
Trying to stand in the aisles
While turbulence is heavy.
So they put her in a small,
Locked room, keep her
Amongst the rows of goods
Where she can’t harm herself.
But like Aurora to a needle, a door
Calls, set behind the shelves,
And when she opens it she sprawls
Deliciously, across the wind-whipped
Top of the plane. The pilots panic,
Tell her to hold tight to something,
Anything she can grab, as they come in
To land on ocean –
She wakes in a hospital bed,
A darkened room where the rest
Of the passengers lie in darker beds.
Something has gone wrong with
All of them, but her, and now
They’ll all be tested to discover
Why, and what.