Miles from Jannette

"I did not say anything"--A Farewell to Arms

Leaving Hartesfield, the plane turns north,
Two states slide under me,
And I'm still but still not calm.
On the transatlantic screen some hero
Scales a building with the same ease
I strolled across the foyer.
--Will she be there? you asked, my eyes
Growing heavy, already in Scotland.
--Will she?  Through the window
I think I see nothing but water.
--Well, will she?  I admit it now,
Now when there is too much light
And nowhere left to hide.  I admit it
Finally, once and for all.  The sky
is heavy there and gray.  The hero
One-arms her around the waist,
Rappelling to the street and sweet ecape.
--Will she?  Before the door can close,
I turn to say it one last time,
And then say nothing, your words
Thrown towards me before my mouth
Can move.  --Will she?  Heavy sky,
And gray, and rain most every day.
Miles from Jannette, and Georgia,
The plane turns east, toward Edinburgh,
where winter can be wet and cold, where
Rain on any roof is as good as love.