Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE HUEY KIND
(For M.G.)

Out of the corner of her eye
she sees a flash –
just a bright slash
against a tree
and she thinks – can it be?
Is that a Huey that I see?
And her blood races
just a little faster
breath catches, just a little shallow
just a little glimmer –
a small bright shimmer –
and then, she sees it
suspended there
as if in mid-air
as if in flight
and she knows
that she was right;
and she thinks the blades are whirling
as her ground tilts, starts its twirling –
and the memories are swirling
but she gets a grip and moves along
listening to a silent chopper song
and she’s moving
but she’s shocked
and stunned –
for her emotions
have been
outgunned.