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.
3 comments:
A very good poem about flight.
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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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