Flight of the Tin Can

On aeroplanes we face our mortality,
some choose to ignore, some to pick it over,
Statistics, buzzing with weight
roll in our heads, picked
from magazines, internet,
words of friends,
how reliable are our sources? we wonder
as the ground drops away and our hearts soar.
Should I have made a Will? did I leave the oven on?
we chew over the price of overpriced
nuts, teeter somewhere between paranoia and flat out denial
twixt the paradox of metal in the sky
and comfort in technology.

Landing comes with a mix of relief
and I-told-you-so self-scolding.
ah yes, but .01% chance
still means there’s a chance
and you’ve always been unlucky
so there will always be the rush of
a brief brush with mortality
and imagined conversations with god.

15 Jan. ’10
Public-transport type flight this time, not the exhilarating kind.

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