Sunrise Into LAX

Dream again, sleeping and waking
Walking once more off the wing
And falling, floating, down, down
Shortly past the fuselage and jet engine
And then nothing, nothing, nothing at all
But wind resistance and clouds and fear
But now she is leaning over, reaching
Gently shaking and speaking
With words I am slow to recognise
“Chicken or fish?”, “Coffee or tea?”
Was it all a bad dream?
But I smell like that fish and am wet
And having difficulty breathing
For all this water that sits in my lungs
At least, the seaweed is pretty
Pretty, pretty, slowly sinking passenger
For your own safety, please remain submerged
Until the Captain switches off your light
We hope you enjoyed your flight

April 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on April 16, 2010.