I book my flight.
I climb aboard.
My phone’s now turned,
To Airplane Mode.
I buckle myself,
Into my seat.
Nervously together,
My knees and feet.
The Attendants motion,
The safety rules.
Pay close attention,
Or, play the fool.
The turbines start,
Their increasing roar.
Pilot pushes forward,
Take-off’s in store.
I close my eyes,
And, say a prayer.
Other eyes at windows,
Emotionless stares.
Suddenly we’re light,
Up in the air.
Fuselage bird,
Without a care.
I try to sit quiet,
Hope calm’s then hence.
Before I know it,
Soft landing imminent.