Angels & Demons Poem by Tim Larsen

In the terminal I sit watching the story unfold
Night-time blue runway shades
And jets stream a river into nothing
More miles to go; only the skies know

I swear I saw angels walk by
I know the scent anywhere I go
But this time’s different, this time
I’ve written down what I’ve seen and told

My pen, my only companion
And my heart, my head
One in one, they coincide
I guess, I feel

Time to board, to board the plane
It soars with wings for those who forget
And lands people in places they forget
More miles to go; only the skies know

A faint breeze drifts the air
We’re going down, I think, or I feel
The captain holds the controls
My life rests in a joystick

A hurricane or tornado
Or something with wind and power
Ripped through the plane
And tore it apart

I guess the sky knew. I felt.