by The Cowl Editor on September 30, 2021
by Marelle Hipolito ’22
flight delayed, NYC heavy rains
“sit tight,” the pilot said.
I sit tight and look out the window
It’s a cloudy night
I sit tight and look at the people in the seats around me
Business suit, foot tapping anxiously
Khaki shorts, humming a song softly
And just like me, you wore ripped jeans.
one hour of sitting tight under the heavy rain
the pilot says: “never mind…we gotta deplane!
come back to the gate in another hour
hopefully by then it’s just light showers”
We all stand up, and I see your face
In the center of dark straight hair
Eyes dark from sitting tight
We all exit the gate and go our separate ways.
Yet somehow you and I go to the same restaurant, tables 7 & 8
Ten minutes later, after you order and then I do
We hear over the microphone: “everyone, the weather cleared up! Come back to gate 2!”
You and I look at each other, down our drinks and take our food to go
And we both go sprinting to the gate, to board & go to different homes
Once we are seated, between the business suit and the khaki shorts
We look at each other, laugh and smile, and then we fly.
Once we land, before I noticed, I lose you at baggage claim
Oh stranger wearing ripped jeans on the plane
I can’t wait to tell this story, I wish I got your name