Two Poems by Chris Fernando 
		


Air . Plane

I'm in a plane
above a city or a place where I'm going to land
the stale polite air filtered breaths from thousands of people

inside the gray upholstery and plastic everything
cotton knives and forks
descending into something visible without touching

looking down, the city has no feelings
there aren't people
geometry shapes green and blues and grays

it is stillness massaged by engines
softened by the roar of dust and air
empty and tranquil



Untitled 

my mind feels empty
i am a tin can in
the grand canyon

i wait
for the canyon river to
flood

so i may rust patiently
at the bottom of the
sea



Copyright Chris Fernando