Turbulence

There’ll be turbulence.    You’ll drop
your book to hold your
water bottle steady.      Your
mind, mind has mountains, cliffs of fall
may who ne’er hung there let him
watch the movie.     The plane’s
supposed to shudder, shoulder on
like this.     It’s built to do that.     You’re
designed to tremble too.     Else break
Higher you climb, trouble in mind
lungs labor, heights hurl vistas
Oxygen hangs ready
overhead.      In the event put on
the child’s mask first.     Breathe normally

Adrienne Rich, from Tonight No Poetry Will Serve