thinking my fate was somewhere far beyond
the scenery of 40,000 feet
below me. 30,000... 20... 10....
So steadily we dropped without a care
until we heard the pilot pounding on
the cockpit door, and from our side,
replete with irony: "God damn it, let me in!"
which set us all to screaming through the air
into the mountains, somewhere in between
the day dreams of our German destiny
and memories of standing on the ground
in Spain, purchasing tickets, unaware
of where an hour later we would be.