A Week in Slovenia (Part 1 – Flight Path)

 

1. Terminal Three

 

How many nations can I see?

The beautiful and elegant,

The tattooed men and sleeping girls,

The drone of talk, the hum of planes,

 

(An aircon migraine coming on),

An altered world of wait-then-move,

A place where hats are worn indoors.

There is no smell. We wait, we move.

 

The people twitch and spark with life,

They watch for signs, they read the eyes:

An underscore of doubt and fear,

An overtone of joys postponed.

 

Here sound and light have coalesced.

Here everyone seems somewhere else.

 

 

2. In Flight

 

We know outside this metal skin

We’d die before we took a breath.

A wind beyond our earth-tied ken

Would rip our lungs and heart apart.

 

The red and green of near sleep,

Of drifting in a patterned haze.

A droning engine lulls our eyes,

Our senses mingle with the skies.

 

We plunge, we sleep, whichever comes.

We roll and tip out from the edge.

Adrift are certainties and hopes:

Out there the heedless rush of clouds.

 

The end of everything is air:

Just half a foot and we’ll be there.

 

 

3. Air Flow

 

Beneath us now there may be sea,

There may be history, may be land.

We are above, we are beyond:

A netherworld of curvatures.

 

We are the Europe – light on wings –

Where sun and moon are never dimmed,

A floating swirl of immigrants,

Where every heart is foreign born.

 

The clouds stretch on to Belarus

In fragile mountains, streams of breath.

Beneath are curious, earthbound things

With buried feet and downward eyes.

 

Our continent is shrinking fast,

It’s upside down, it never lasts.

 

4. Turbulence

 

It stopped

……………..and for an instant

……………………………………..droP

……………………………………………Ped

 

a sound not far frOM God rang out

it COULD have been my heart or

…………………………………………..mouth

 

………….have been a passing

it could                                           breath

 

a rainbow MADE of solid air

a story told by broken WINGS

A

….thought of

………………….something

………………………………….something missed

or mayBE just my final spark

 

The sky had claimed another prayer

Another slip in time again

The fraud

…………….of flight EXPOSED by clouds

concrete

a                      enemy of

…………………………….grey

 

I quickly learnt the simple

……………………………………truth:

I’m made for walking on the Earth.

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9 Comments to “A Week in Slovenia (Part 1 – Flight Path)”

  1. i had the absolute worst flight ever to birmingham one night…its like the jet stream shifted all of a sudden and hit us in the side…the plane literally turned on its side for a second…the lady next to me about tore through my arm trying to hold onto something…one guy flew out of his seat and hit the ceiling because he did not listen to fasten his seat belt…ha. i dont mind to fly but i am def thankful when feet are on the ground..

  2. I have to find out how it continues! 🙂 and hello from Slovenia 😉
    I liked reading this one, it’s great to put your travels into poems (I’ve never done that), and I like the last part, and how you expressed turbulence with letters.

  3. This is the best way to take a plane trip – through another’s eyes! LOL

  4. And when we fear the flying, God shouts at us though crying, don’t be afraid, it’s only a bit of turbulence. I really enjoyed this post.

  5. I really like the way you wrote about your airplane trip…..the experiences, sounds, sights, AND the turbulence which is always my worst fear.

  6. Truly love your work. There is a beautiful rhythm in your words. When read aloud , I am taken back by their beautiful sound.

  7. …i have never been in a plane so i don’t have really any idea how it feels like to be inside a plane… but you suggest the missing part… how it feels like to be riding one.. and i loved it… and really really like your finale statement…ha… great writing… smiles…

  8. I was lulled along by the flight until the turbulence, and then I felt the fear. I so agree with your closing lines! With moor-walking, your only worry is ancient ghosts:)

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