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U3A Writing: Flight Path

Meryl Nickels’ poem conjures up the magic of flight.

Row on row we sit
strapped to our seats
Like galley slaves,
Urging the ship
at fast forward
across the monitor,
where it hovers
over a world of virtual reality.

Asian butterfly
flits the aisles,
winged brows raised
above almond eyes.
she alights close by,
She inclines Her slender neck
Towards me.
Her fluttering hands
Seeking to soothe.
Her tilted smile Invites me to accept A chalice of nectar.

Tranquil now
I focus My galley-slave mind
On the tiny plane
Crossing time and space
At supersonic speed,
Yet on the screen, Hardly seeming to move.


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