Poems In My Pocket

Flying

For Pinkstarbursts Poem in my Pocket Day

exhilarating acceleration
and mad flight up
quickly clouds are passed
scenery drops away
always seems slightly late
always feeling slightly tired
a little odd bumpiness
just enough to be disconcerting
strangers too close for comfort
patience stretched
ears popping
swallowing to compensate
constant engine hummm
slightly too warm
the lady with the annoying cough
white puffy clouds
occasional glimpses between
anonymous landscapes
guessed passed locations
tired acting cabin crew
ping of seat belt on sign
harsher bumpiness - jolting at times
steep down gradient
deceleration
intermittent acceleration bursts
impossible bump
then jet roar in braking
and grass rushes by
as tyres sound stressed
until manageable rolling returns