Quack!
by Judy Ponceby
Traveling by plane across the main
Sitting in coach waiting for peanuts
I was thinking about layovers.
Drifting to sleep on that square of a pillow
Knees to my chest, arms folded tight
Dreaming of home but stuck on this flight.
Turbulence seesaws our plane up and down.
Waking abruptly, my vision still blurred
I glance out the window, over the wing.
Mother of god, it's a duck of all things.
Staring at me like a new zoo exhibit,
Quacking at me to say what an idiot.
Stuck in a can hurtling 'cross the sky
At the mercy of gravity because I can't fly.
This duck makes a point as he leaps in the air.
Spreading his wings, gone without a care.
Sitting in coach waiting for peanuts
I was thinking about layovers.
Drifting to sleep on that square of a pillow
Knees to my chest, arms folded tight
Dreaming of home but stuck on this flight.
Turbulence seesaws our plane up and down.
Waking abruptly, my vision still blurred
I glance out the window, over the wing.
Mother of god, it's a duck of all things.
Staring at me like a new zoo exhibit,
Quacking at me to say what an idiot.
Stuck in a can hurtling 'cross the sky
At the mercy of gravity because I can't fly.
This duck makes a point as he leaps in the air.
Spreading his wings, gone without a care.
Oct 24, 2010
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