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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

flying's half the fun

as our plane, 9 seats and 2 aisles wide, made its
shuddering
shaking
stomach-dropping
ascent into the dark Toronto night,

my feet
and legs
and head felt heavy,
as if they longed for the ground that was
so quickly
left behind.

and as we raced through skies unknown
I thought of the deep ocean beneath us, 5 hours wide at the speed of sound,
and I hoped I would not die cold.


A.

3 comments:

tara said...

love the way you right. amazing.
tara

Jen said...

I'm not crazy about flying either. And you're pretty talented, you know that, right? Have a safe trip sweetums.

michele said...

this is exatly how i feel when i fly. exactly. well-put.