Strapped

Strapped …

And delightfully suspended

In a seat inside

The somehow-gravity belly

Of and east-bound

Iron angel.

Far, far below the

Blue-highway we travel

 The yellow earth is

Devouring itself again.

Am I safe?

Is any of us?

 

photo:www.izismile.com

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13 thoughts on “Strapped

  1. redjim99 says:

    I spend the whole of any flight staring out of the window, love it.

    Jim

  2. Those rays are magnificent!

  3. Oloriel says:

    Lovely, I think it goes through the heads of all of us when we are flying on a plane:)

  4. Am I safe? Is any of us? this poem made me recall how unsafe i feel these days on planes, any other mode of transport is preferable now.

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