Death,decision,thinking,now,mind
Right now
I’m peaceful
yet my mind never rests
and it is always at risk.
Right now
I’m thinking
I’m always thinking
I like to let my mind wonder
I like to see where it takes me.
Sometimes it takes me to that damn boy
sometimes to my mother
my father
my sister
my dog.
Right now
it has taken me to the pilot
in the plane above me
noisily moving from
one end of the sky
to the next.
I’m thinking
about what would happen
if that plane stopped working
and started plummeting
to the earth
and made contact
with the earth
and crashed
and burned
and killed
everyone
inside.
I’m thinking
about what would happen if I was on that plane
I’m thinking about what the world would do without me
What would that boy do?
My mother?
Father?
Sister?
Dog?
What would they all do without me?
Shed a few tears?
Pray to God?
Open their hands
and hearts
to the sky
and ask for a sign?
Even if an afterlife did exist
I wouldn’t send a sign.
Not to anyone.
I’m thinking
about my uncle;
thinking about him makes me stick to me decision
because
I think he would.