Les Brighton Poems
- Night Flight What do they think Up there on the flight ...
- Winter Sunday Morning, Christc... The sun rises with a ...
- Arrival Out of the smog-shrouded city. After the brash ...
- Mid-Afternoon Haiku Sunlight in an empty room Wind in the ...
- For The Royal Fireworks Azaleas crackle and spit Like a fire...
- Adapted Ending To Max Erhmann’...
- Falling At 900 kilometres an hour I am falling Falling down ...
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What do they think
Up there on the flight deck
Drawing these four hundred lives on through the dark
At 30,000 feet over Europe?
Do they feel the weight, the pressure
Of all these dreams and fears
Of all these journeys
United by coincidence tonight
Into a single journey?
What do the strewn stars speak
As the crew navigate alone unsleeping
Or is it the diode's blink
And the dial's glow
That capture all attention?
In the light of day landscape
And weather dominate the eye;
Beneath the stars a more human ...