‘Turbulence’
— Hannah Cohen
Forgive his mother, the mother
I’ve been on the ground
In frustrating times like these, I’ve come to seek solace in the world of poetry. How I can experience uncertainties and in-betweens, such as those found in Maggie Smith’s newest poem. I believe it’s human nature to find meaning in metaphor and omens, and so does the speaker when compared to “the stone shaken from [the shoe]” after a rough spot of turbulence on a flight. Smith gives us moments and imagined moments, reflections. A soon-to-be reality before we’re actually there. So what if we can’t explain the physics of “what keeps us / in the sky”? Sometimes we’re on the ground, looking up at our not-yet selves.