Friday, August 28, 2015

Pretzels

I resolve 
From now on 

To get over myself 
     And -
Love everyone 
Whether
     They deserve it 
Or not ! 

I write this while suspended 
Unnaturally in 
     The ether . . .

I am on a plane ! 
Me !!

One who has the terror 
Of the air !! 
     Big time 
The glass of wine 
Helps 
     Somewhat 
As does 
The solitaire'
     On the phone 

I finally have an excuse 
To play as much as I want 

To keep me 
From contemplating 
The fall 
     From this height 

I remind myself 
     That air - 
Is an actual 
     "Thing" 
And that "wings"
     Are designed to know 
     All about this 

And there's this nice 
     Idaho couple beside me 
All potatoes and 
     And politeness 
Thank God !

And I just happened
To get a forward seat 
With a little more leg 
     Room 
( note to self, 
Ask for this - 
In future )
Speak about the 
Terrible disease . . .

Fear of flying !
     
The little towns 
So small below -
-As we are squeezed
      In here like 
Sardines 
      In a can 
There is no table - no 
Tray 
We balance our cups 
Politely -
Daintily eating some 
Small servings of 
Peanuts 
And 
Pretzels 

They give us these
     I am certain 
To kindly distract us 
     From thinking about 
     How far up in the air 
We are !

We can endure 
Much 
With 
Pretzels !!!



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