Janice Windle - (Landscapes Collection) .... Taking Off

Taxi Slowly Turn Pass Repass Ugly Concrete Patient Radar Scanners, Edging the grey Tarmac. Getting lined up. Pause. Draw breath Seemingly, consider. Seemingly, decide, let out the breath And roaring start the headlong flight At a run, determined That the miracle will happen, That all the tons of metal, flesh, plastic, fibre, All will rise, against nature? - no, all will rise Obedient to the laws of physics Engineers ingeniously devised….. We're up! The world tilts And now We are the still Centre of the universe. The wheeling world Embroidered With cunning seams, Appliqué fields, Geometric designs of towns, Picked out with beads of houses, Scattered with sequins Of car windscreens Flashing in the sunset. The moon swings by, Its softened underbelly Shadowed. Valleys and dry channels Unfocused. But drawn on luminescent blue Its upper arc is perfect - A disc, for sure - no sphere like common earth (Though scientists insist, And who am I to argue, For some of them have walked on it.) And now, a white line along a glassy rim. The silent sea paints the edge of England Translucent green. Fertile seaweed underneath Clear below the waterline. Above our static view, The spectrum colours of the cloudless sunset Shade softly. The world wheels on. And we have taken off.Janice Windlehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscapes-collection-taking-off/