"Fly high"

A bit funny, a bit serious. Written on a plane.

“FLY HIGH”

 

Up on a cloud,

where it’s not very loud,

an airplane sits for a while

with people standing in the aisle.

 

Stops and sits for a moment,

giving them time to comment

on how high they are,

(where they wouldn’t get by a car),

how the houses below are so small,

and the skyscrapers not tall at all.

 

Up in the sky

people don’t ask why;

everything’s so distant and mere

that there is no question of where;

All on the same ground,

passing a bottle around,

trying to drink their problems away,

in the end all being very gay.

 

10400 meters above the soil

all problems seem to coil;

your only goal -

not to land on the North Pole.

 

When the moment is over,

it is time to land in … Dover.

Oops, wrong plane,

and at the airport you’ve stood in the wrong lane.

Now it’s too late

because of your own faith.

 

Your destiny is to find the treasure,

without omitting the pleasure.

 

No matter which route you take,

Your target you can’t mistake.

 

                  …

Author's Note

Any comments welcome. The poem is a bit funny - that was the point. It was supposed to be light, but with a real conclusion.

Reviews

[Tasha]

This made me want to get on an airplane, you did a nice job.

[KAREN]

It's funny but a true meaning to it! Nice job!!