Taxiway Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Taxiway

I feel like zigzagging taxiways
Taxing is to get our plane to runway
Our takeoff is near; we will be in the air.

Crew-chief and FE finished jobs
Checked the oil and fuel, removed chalks
I wrote a flight plan; and done is pre-flights.

The tower and centre know our ways
And all the alternates…

Next step is run-up
Check engines, and brakes, and thrust
Then align on runway for liftoff.

I feel like thin snow
On the peak in the sun
Heat is death, I will melt
Soon will flow down the hill
And will join streams, and river.

In each case I must say
Bye-bye to the loved ones.

With such life
-at stake my pride
Feel ready to start:
-Bye-bye my dear ones.

Do not know of my way
The Ernest Hemingway's?
Virginia Woolf's?
Sylvia's?

Let me be another with good heart
Such people are many; clear?

Keep silent do not need your advice
I hear the loud knock on my door
For melting; must take off!

Lonely soul be aware of only capital
That is life with pride and living dignified.

All of you
Read, shut up!

Instead help me set the things right
Arrange and organise
For those who walk around
Need to read, benefit, while alive.