Plane Thinking
Strangers travellers in space No one speaks Everyone thinks The same thoughts Strange? Companions moving through time. Hemmed in confined to 3x3. Strapped in like cattle on a production line Each one a risk taker Lives pent up in a tube That could explode. Suspended moments of living Waiting Hoping Believing Time will flow again. All are still strangers Eating Drinking Descending Pretending Landing is normal. When nothing is normal in the sky It happens in seconds Rubber hits the runway Life begins again In a different place Lockers open Mobiles chatter Travellers remain strangers And no one remembers thinking Flying is an act of faith.
Posted By: Laura On: 31 Mar 2009 At: 11:18pm
Hehe perhaps the person sitting next to me is a stranger when we take off, but usually they have been well interrogated and know me fairly well by the time we land!
I can’t wait to be jetting around the world, meeting these awesome people!!!!!!!!!
Praying for you Albert, hope you’ve stopped ‘moaning’ ;P