Watching Planes Fly
These wheels seem too small to withstand the pressure
I know they are bigger and stronger than they seem
At least from this angle
Alaska leads the line, Delta right behind
They wait their turn patiently
Heeding direction from radio waves
The beings behind the voices unseen, but clearly heard
The sun peaks through the morning fog
Shining light on the runway
Complacent, waiting for the next move,
My head slowly swivels from left to right
Thousands of pounds of gravity defying machinery
Hurtle above and around me
I’m unbothered, just a bit bored
My eye on the runway
From the inside of the airport
Through the big glass window
Watching planes fly

















