Can we wait for February and it’s weather’s ups and downs to
be done with? I realize how weary we are for the change of
Spring and a sense of lift-off!
The armchair traveler in me will have to do with this poem:
“TAKEOFF
Our jet storms down the runway, tilts up, lifts.
We’re airborne, and each second we see more —
Outlying hangars, wetland with a pond
That flashes like sheened silver and, beyond,
An estuary and the frozen drifts
Of breakers wide and white along a shore.
One watches, cheek in palm. How little weight
the world has as it swiftly drops away!
How quietly the mind climbs to this height
As now, the seat-belt sign turned off, a flight
Attendant rises to negotiate
The steep aisle to a curtained service bay.”
……………………….TIMOTHY STEELE, from the book,
180 more Extraordinary Poems for Every Day, compiled
by Billy Collins.
always with love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette