Watching Jets on a Sunday Afternoon

One of these days I will just decide to be unafraid. 

I will buy a ticket, shake hands with the pilot

And find a window seat in Row J. 

And it will go like that: in a quiet resolve. 

The heat no longer brazen in my chest; 

The scattered and hurried thoughts absent. 

In its place will be a comfort, 

A knowledge that I beat the fear of death 

And conquered every bit of darkness 

That creeps under my skin. I will be only Light. 

And Light will take me anywhere I wish to go.