On a Plane
On a plane we sit, confined
With all our freedom left behind.
We cannot move around too much
And with our friends, can’t be in touch.
We eat what we have brought aboard
And in our carry-ons have stored,
Then turn to what we have to read
(Variety is what I need).
If seatmates shut the window shade,
The ones who sleep have got it made
But those who like to look outside
Do sadly have their views denied.
The seatbelts keep us safe, we’re told
But sometimes we get rock and rolled
If turbulence gets out of hand;
We count the minutes ‘til we land.
Distraction really is the key;
At least, it works quite well for me
For if I’m busy, I’m not apt
To ponder how, in flight, we’re trapped.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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