November 12, 2012

Final Approach

From my seat
I see baggage
being stowed,
hear whining engines
pushing us all around,
anxious strangers
talking to the ground.
Towns scatter down below,
we're warned about
the choppy air, wonder
if we will get there.
On final approach,
the pilot says
we're lucky
to be alive,
and now
we must prepare.
Out the door,
he shakes
my trembling hand,
his weary face
looks out upon
a new found land,
of only this can we
be sure.