sunny orange orb
it beckons my attention
i wish i could fly
**NOTE – This is the second piece that didn’t make the cut for Pure Haiku’s Encircling Theme.
Tag: flying
New Destinations
hurry up
hustle
to stop and go
and be stopped by slow walkers
one gate to another gate
one more leg of this journey
passing a thousand conversations
a cacophony of noises
all converging at once
people talking
children screaming
announcements
beeping and barked orders to move out of the way
one step closer
to my final destination
sitting in my assigned seat
the belt clasped securely
i look out the window
the workers working
planes taxiing in
others being guided out
luggage ending up in the plane’s belly
i close my eyes
excitedly
i wait for the tug on my bottom
my arms and my legs
to securely plant me further into my seat
my ears gently release with each jaw opening
i can hear the drone of the engines clearly now
watch a movie
receive a beverage and a snack
play a game
read a book
people watch
sleep, maybe
anything to pass the time
at last we’ve arrived
touchdown
relief floods my senses
my body straining
against the seatbelt
as the brakes are engaged
my seat seems to want to eject me now
parked at the gate
the melody of belt clicks and notifications
sound a familiar chorus
with my hand on my carry-on
pushing down the aisle
i wonder
will the fly i see escaping
out the front door of the plane
adjust easily to its new city
will i
Tuned In
the hustle and bustle around me
a layer i observe but don’t hear
isolated from the bubbles of others
trying to assimilate
there goes my gently bouncing head
the shoulders follow in synchronicity
to the rhythm of the music
i settle into the warm pocket
of my own construct
this created isolation
smooth vibes
smiles
ease
swaying in this soothing world
the melodies touching my soul
moving slowly through lyrical liquid
if only i didn’t ever have to put my phone on airplane mode
Originally posted August 16, 2018 on I Write Her. Published today with revisions.
Non-Chippy
pretty bearded tit
panurus biarmicus pose
flight above reedbed soon
Tuned In
The hustle and bustle around me, a layer I observe but don’t hear.
Isolated from the bubbles of others trying to assimilate.
There goes my gently bouncing head, the shoulders follow in synchronicity to the rhythm of the music.
I settle into the warm pocket of my own construct, this created isolation.
Smooth vibes.
Smiles.
Ease.
Swaying in this soothing world of the melodies touching my soul.
Moving slowly through this lyrical liquid.
If only I didn’t ever have to put my phone on Airplane Mode.
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