Circling

[tonywalt]

The plane circles
as if unsure it wants to land.
Below, the airport blinks—
without reason

Weather, they say.
Something unseen, officially wrong.
I press my forehead to the window.
Clouds slide past like unfinished thoughts.

Two days ago, there was heat.
A room softened by breath
youth moved easily beside me

The captain’s voice breaks in—
apologetic, practiced—
explaining the sky to people

We circle.
Fuel burns.
Minutes pass as minutes

No one claps.

Soon we will descend.
I will collect my bag,

and continue the habit.

[tailor STATELY]

"Clouds slide past like unfinished thoughts." Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the poem, Tony, but must have been an anguishing experience.

[tonywalt]

Enjoyed the poem, Tony, but must have been an anguishing experience.

Anguishing experiences - where would we be without them.

[Bar22do]

hey to you, love your poem, its misleading "rational" calm... but this:
"Two days ago, there was heat.
A room softened by breath
youth moved easily beside me"
is masterly, you coiled a life time in one breath on the window glass... thank you for the experience!

[tonywalt]

hey to you, love your poem, its misleading "rational" calm... but this:
"Two days ago, there was heat.
A room softened by breath
youth moved easily beside me"
is masterly, you coiled a life time in one breath on the window glass... thank you for the experience!

Thanks.