air traffic control

what wouldn't we do? oh
to be you!
staring into the sun wondering when
clouds will sigh into our sight
but they never drop down
dreams full of bows and screams
and bows and screams full of dreams...
dear control,
i feel you watching me watching you watching me
forever and over
could this letter be an expression of love?
or a wistful memory of that time that didn't happen
blissfully flying through
what...
what to do?
scratch our chins and sigh,
pretend we're not all asking,
"why?"