Introduction

By Marley Reedy

a.
compared to eternity
the movie seems
short and blunt
beginning and ending
unlike time in
a blue blue blue
infinite room
miles above America.

next to an old couple
a man (aisle seat) and woman (middle)
shes watching spencer
I (window) have lost track of the movie writing this
I wonder what the director is like in person
and what the woman might think of the french
and what home means to her
and what her husband is watching.

the captain calls
‍ ‍ if you look to the left
you may watch the horizon burn
crimson orange and pale pink

b.
the woman asks me for the time
asks me to shine a light
on her thin wrist

the change in longitude throws me
against the stark black dome
millions of miles blur pinholes of

stars scattered by an upturned bowl
poured over rows and rows of floating

people in white noise

against the stark black dome
millions of miles blur pinholes of

stars scattered by an upturned bowl
poured over rows and rows of floating

people in white noise
and hushed tones

I can’t be certain
I can’t stop peering out the window at the endless starry sky

her watch, like the small window
counts time against a
box of timeless

Passengers,
to the left,
morning breaking,
soft blue and orange-yellow