April 19, 2008

NaPoWriMo Day 19

We shuffle through security and
fast food and delays.

And finally board
and wait, and suffocate,
and wait.

And finally re-learn the safety procedures
and taxi, and wait,
and suffocate.

Then the thrust happens -
the force of freedom.

And suddenly we rise
to meet the clouds,
to meet the wind.

We ascend towards home.


Brian said...

A very good poem about flight.

writerwoman said...

This will be linked to tomorrow at PWB. Thanks for being a member.

punatik said...

I rarely travel away form this Island. Your poem seem to embody the range of emotion associated with travel that I also feel when I venture from home...Emilio
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