JetBlue Flight 897
- At February 05, 2017
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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I still love the falling
away of the world
as we rumble off
the runway and leap
into the morning sky—
my body gently pressed
back against my will
in the rush of it all.
Lifted in the irrational
levitation of this silver
leviathan—manifesting
the brilliant hubris of
us dreaming and determined
bipeds. Only the children
and the simple-minded
remember to be astonished.
And I always want
a window seat
to view my kingdom
from above. I marvel
at the exquisite handiwork
of the pattern-maker—
visible once again
as my earnest reality
drops away and
wonder is restored.
Follow David!