From The Double Ie Poem by Morgan Michaels

Heading south, the plane overshot the harbor, banked and flew to sea a hundred miles or so- all in the span of minutes. Then, it banked once more and flew back with new purpose, til, descending in earnest, everyone felt its new, downward slope and startled to the clunk of the wheel gear descending and the clunk of the wing flaps plating out.Everyone swallowed hard and Langley looked 'round and spotted Charlie in the crowd, twenty rows or so back. He smiled wanly and waved.

In the sunlight ahead, past a network of runways, they could see the glint of the terminal. Lower and lower sank the plane and the runway rose faster and faster until the solid white strip broke up into dashes and the plane's shadow loomed large beside them. Then, the nose wheel touched down with a bump and a shiver, followed by the cabin wheels and the plane settled flat. Suddenly, the wing flaps were up and slowing them with a roar. Mountains and lawns flew by quickly then less quickly, then more and more slowly, until soon the plane was taxi-ing toward the terminal at an understandable clip.Everyone clapped and sighed and the cabin became loud with the sound of people collecting themselves and seat belts unbuckling and some passengers jumped up and popped their overheads.

'Ladies and gentlemen', said the cabin attendant, first in Spanish then in English, over the loudspeaker, 'please remain seated until...'

But they cropped up by the dozen, each eager to be first off, and slid luggage from the open bins.

'be aware that the contents of the overhead bins may have shifted...'.

The plane lurched to a stop. The seated passengers bore their impatience until the doors opened and they began to file down the gangway to the tarmac stiffly and squinting in the bright sun. Hurriedly, they made their way to customs.