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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