Test Pilot Poem by Gert Strydom

Test Pilot



Finely tuned against destiny
the joystick is taken
and not a drop of sweat does appear
while mechanically he measures indicators,

do pull back further on the power lever,
with the jets buzzing louder,
energy making the engines tremble
and with the brakes off the aeroplane gets an own life

and against the blue elegance of the heavenly roof
it’s only him, near to the Creator
of the endlessness
while he does blindly make adjustments,
hang for moments in the height
and the sun catches his circling flight.

Monday, October 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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