Fright Flight Captain, land the plane now. I would, yet I don't know how. I am sitting here and all alone, beside a chap on his cell phone. My final destination's home. Captain, land it soon I say, I want to be at home today. I've never been in flight before, but this I shall do no more. The man across the aisle merely snores, but his conversation was a bore. Captain, land, will you please? Do it now! I do not tease! This constant kick comes from behind. Make it stop, or I'll lose my mind. I cannot see the in-flight picture. The lady sits in front of me, sitting there just with glee, wearing the hat of a boa-constrictor. Captain, land the plane soon, before my stomach makes me swoon. Up and down we seem to sway. I wish this feeling would go away. All I see are clouds ahead. Please, tell me I won't be dead. Captain, will you land it for me? Oh wait, what's that that I do see? I see the town and cars below, They all look like ants, you know. A miniature train set all around, and I think I see the ground! Captain, thanks for landing this plane. I think I will never be the same. Home I go, soon enough, but first I must face the terror, the terror I know which is the bus.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
I wrote this poem in high school. It is completely fictional, and not at all autobiographical. I’d been on airplanes many times since I was a baby, traveling to Germany and back.
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology combines D.L. Lang's second and third ebooks into one paperback. This poetry collection offers poems spanning the silly to the spiritual. The poems were largely transcribed from notebooks by her husband and soul mate, Timothy Lang. There is a mix of poetry written in 2013 as well as older poems from the author's archives.