I Call Upon the Light

hopequesting in the dark

Photo by Anandu Vinod on Unsplash

The thing about flying is this —
even when there’s a ground stop in Denver
in December, due to unruly, unexpected winds
topping 100 miles per hour, and your aircraft 
is diverted to a small airport just seventy miles 
to the south for safekeeping, rain pelting the 
windows, a furious percussion keeping time
as you bump and bounce onto the tarmac
there is still this belief, an unshakeable
faith in the future, fully expecting 
that the plane will soon rise above 
stormclouds, and there, like magic, 
you’ll be greeted by blue
sky and glorious blinding light.