#flightpoems

[beckyharlan]

Flight Poem #3

If only worries could slip off the way wind glides across the wings of a plane. Aerodynamic. 

But I don’t feel that way when I fly. 

I take a window seat, and I watch. To make sure the wing doesn’t fall off.  

I read my safety card, and pull my hair, and swallow my pill, and rehearse my fears. 

I want to say I knew it was coming.