Disembarking

the day penetrates my senses
as if being sexually assaulted
but in an adult contentious way
while sights and sounds trigger
a typical emotional response
and we go gear down and land,
releasing our passengers and crew
as their memories have already
begun to fade magically like their
tickets had never been purchased;
we all taxi to the shelter where
our plane is dismantled and stored
on invisible shelves until needed
again for our next flight of fancy.

25Jul14