Flight

The big busomed woman in burgundy
Sits knitting a cyan sweater
"Your seat buttom cushion can be used as a floatation device"
"We hope you enjoy your flight"
The aircraft mechanic in a neon green vest clears the flight as he dashes out
We push back, and await our stairway to heaven.

The yarn unrolls, as the form takes shape.
Pushed back, yet waiting.
A momentary flash of darkness, or a lapse of reason?
A light approaches, but we block its path
Then, shaken out of our reverie, we groan to the right
Blue lights lead the way
Even as a light roars up.

"Folks we are ready now"
We line up and hurl down
Then slip the surly bonds of earth...