In the Air Poem by Penelope Shuttle

How will you fare

up there in the air



starring

in the in-flight movie

of your life?



How will you fare

air-side



lightly-propelled

by your everyday pilot?



And when turbulence

rolls in

like a rolling pin



wielded

in a fist no angel clenched



to biff and bash

the plane

how will you fare?



Best not pluck

the thunder flower



as you spin

in the wheel of fortune



faring up there

in the air



alongside

cloud-canopy



and free-fall

of the heart