during take-off i shouted, 'GODSPEED, JOHN GLENN'

the plane ascended. i yelled it. this straw in the wind; fly fly fly i felt it was a necessary affectation to ensure a safer flight or rather a calmer form of passenger bring out the java i want to ride the bean we soar, slope upward i greet the turbulence with grit i summon over a flight-attendant and offer to help up there with the pilot she politely turns down my offer and the choppiness subsides but i still want a role give me valiantness, worthiness, nobility and astropolitics we thank the crew as we disembark i look into the flight attendant's helium-3 eyes 'when men are arrived at the goal, they should not turn back.' i was stopped at immigration for four hours