TAXIING PR 730
First-time flyers clasp belts tight while
The plane starts to taxi.
Gears reverse and bodies lurch
Forward; carrier repositions
Parallel to runway. It coasts
Silently along a wet strip,
But the hum of rotating metal parts
Swells to roars in crescendo.
Whirring builds furiously –
Engines hard at it now.
Loose objects inside overhead compartments
Rrra - a- atat- tle, kno kno knock, vavavavibrate
Backs press deeper into erect seats –
The escape from gravity is near.
Suddenly …
proPULSION
… and weight less ness –
By my window the
Sun comes up and so do you.
posted by Elyss @ 10:35 AM
1 Comments:
It's about something else, I'm afraid.
(Wawa naman ako. I comment on my *own* blog.)
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