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.