Today's poem is by Oliver de la Paz

Diaspora Sonnet 74
       

The ocean was a blur. The landscape, grids
below the dense plane glass. Jigsaw farms, fields

abutting the small, collapsing wave fronts.
In the beginning we were above all,

with the order of things undetermined.
History was a complication. Flight,

something beyond the world. Heartbeats, halting
in the minor turbulence. Our window

telling the story of how the world was
forming as we passed an ocean into

the mouth of a new myth. Once. Once there was—
And it came upon a runway, silvered

and sleek. Its engines held the door open,
and through the door the world tumbled away.

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