Wild Ride Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wild ride

If my car was canoe
-long, narrow, not so deep
-I would sit
-half of me inside it
-would extend hands on sides
-opened mouth very wide
-and flew in the air

I would have glider
-let fly with nose down
-like dream of that night
-Jumbo Jet
-problem with trim
-run away
-descending rapidly
-thousands feet in minute
-and fear
-and shiver
-and nightmare

Then I would remember
-my teacher
-"The plane is wiser than pilot! "

He trimmed and sat back
-ordered me to same act
-I obeyed; did the same
-setting hands on my chest

Plane went down with nose
-took speed, headed up
-repeated same trend
-downed, climbed

My canoe, mean my car
-would fly in sky
-and would do exact same
-my mouth's job, to be a diaphragm
-fill, close and open; repeating the trend

That would be possible if my car was canoe in the air!