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Red-Eye Flight to Washington, D.C.
Pfmmmpf! the door closed; the engine started;
The "Fasten Seat Belts" signs were lit.
On the monitor the emergency instructions
Played, and I thought, "Well, this is it!"
The plane shook as it rolled down the runway.
I gulped and curiously looked around.
With white knuckles I clutched the armrest
As the plane lifted up off the ground.
Holding my breath as we ascended,
I glanced out the window, and what do you know:
Houses, streets, and cars grew smaller
In the ever-shrinking world down below.
I wondered, "Has my Xanax kicked in yet?
Will it hurt to have one glass of wine?"
The plane leveled off; the flight attendant
Smiled and said, "Honey, you're doing fine."
The screen on the back of the seat in front of me
Displayed a map of our cross-country route.
As we inched our way across the U.S.
I occasionally thought I was going to freak out.
Sleep? Forget it. How is that possible
With all of the vibrating, bouncing, and roaring,
And lights going on and off and overhead
Cabinets clicking and people snoring?
No leg-room for stretching my legs:
The dreadful curse of economy class.
The constant shifting around in my seat
Was a literal pain in the ass.
I closed my eyes to try to sleep
With my book lying in my lap.
Each time I opened them to my frustration
We'd moved a millimeter across the map.
I felt like Sisyphus pushing his rock;
The night seemed to have no end.
Finally, to my great relief,
Our plane started to descend.
"Yay!" We landed and rolled to a stop.
On exiting the plane, I felt signs of fall.
Breathing in the fresh air, I thought,
"That really wasn't so bad after all."
I had passed the test with flying colors--
Well, sort of, at least--but I wasn't too frantic.
And as it turned out my very next flight
Was going to take me across the Atlantic.
(9-3-14)
The "Fasten Seat Belts" signs were lit.
On the monitor the emergency instructions
Played, and I thought, "Well, this is it!"
The plane shook as it rolled down the runway.
I gulped and curiously looked around.
With white knuckles I clutched the armrest
As the plane lifted up off the ground.
Holding my breath as we ascended,
I glanced out the window, and what do you know:
Houses, streets, and cars grew smaller
In the ever-shrinking world down below.
I wondered, "Has my Xanax kicked in yet?
Will it hurt to have one glass of wine?"
The plane leveled off; the flight attendant
Smiled and said, "Honey, you're doing fine."
The screen on the back of the seat in front of me
Displayed a map of our cross-country route.
As we inched our way across the U.S.
I occasionally thought I was going to freak out.
Sleep? Forget it. How is that possible
With all of the vibrating, bouncing, and roaring,
And lights going on and off and overhead
Cabinets clicking and people snoring?
No leg-room for stretching my legs:
The dreadful curse of economy class.
The constant shifting around in my seat
Was a literal pain in the ass.
I closed my eyes to try to sleep
With my book lying in my lap.
Each time I opened them to my frustration
We'd moved a millimeter across the map.
I felt like Sisyphus pushing his rock;
The night seemed to have no end.
Finally, to my great relief,
Our plane started to descend.
"Yay!" We landed and rolled to a stop.
On exiting the plane, I felt signs of fall.
Breathing in the fresh air, I thought,
"That really wasn't so bad after all."
I had passed the test with flying colors--
Well, sort of, at least--but I wasn't too frantic.
And as it turned out my very next flight
Was going to take me across the Atlantic.
(9-3-14)
