The Emergency Exit
The airplane was piercing the white clouds
I sat beside the exit door
The flight attendant asked me if I spoke English
“I am a poet,” I said.
She smiled sheepishly.
I looked out the window
Thinking of my ephemeral life
On this side of the exit door in a flying airplane
I closed my eyes
I saw God
Existing in the green pasture below
And in the silky clouds
The shapes of the clouds were like His eyes
Looking at me from outside the exit window
I felt so close to Heaven.
The Earth lies below peacefully
The emergency exit stared at me…
Linh Duy Vo
September 25, 2003 ©
Poet’s Note: I
was on a flight to attend the Fourth of July, 2003, reunion of the Vietnam Helicopter
Pilots Association in Orlando. A passenger who sits beside the emergency exit door
is required to understand the written instruction.
© Copyright by Linh Duy Vo. All