When we grow up, we leave the nest and finally fly on our own. But then, sometimes, it also feels like the opposite: we leave the realm of soaring dreams and reach the ground. We pull our heads out of the clouds where it has been all along. Time to face the reality of independent life, full of cares and responsibilities.
Remember how young we were
When unbidden love knocked on our door?
When naivety trully was bliss…
I wish it would last evermore.
Then, problems didn’t exist as such.
To be honest, we didn’t care too much.
It was nothing to really care for;
So we went to classes and shared lunch.
Now I share my lunch with TV;
And I have my dinner with myself and me;
And a tear might drop in my cup.
Have you ever had breakfast with salty tea?
Here it is, here comes the so-called
Our “real life,” as professors told.
It’s so real – I couldn’t have ever imagined
That we’d live in different parts of the world.
Why can’t you and I simply choose
To backtrack to the times we don’t want to lose?
Do we have to wake up to adulthood
When I’d rather prefer to snooze?
And it feels like this every step of the way, with every new challenge in life. Every new phase brings in more complexity; and when we look back, the times that have passed don’t look as tough as they used to seem before (at least when compared to the new bigger challenges). And this is a good thing. It is a sign of personal growth.
Not everyone is afraid of flying, but those who are will be able to relate to this poem:
I have no wings, but planes do.
So white, but not poetic.
So straight, but not trustworthy.
Inside the capsule belly I subdue
The thoughts that seem prophetic –
A fear so grave among the skies so frothy.
As if someone proclaimed that
I won’t have more than a hundred
Pulse beatings to live to the end,
In haste to defy such a threat,
My heart must’ve frantically thundered
A thousand beats off-hand.
I have no relief for the itch of my knees.
Stiff muscles are bending my spine.
Like pieces of magnets, my bones
Are clasping as one in a desperate squeeze.
My nerves straighten up in a twine.
My thoughts are in clamorous tones.
I close my eyes and imagine the news
With letters across: “Plane Crash!”
The image of scattered debris…
My mind has sparkled and blown a fuse;
My heart has been burning to ash
In pain for those who care for me.
Flash back and envision the ruinous hit,
And watch with those panicky eyes
The metal and plastic fold up onto me.
The crumpling pit.
The harrowing cries,
Like weeps of a howling banshee.
And do feel a hit and open my eyes…
Chase after the markings and lights,
And feeling the friction – the steady runway –
Unfasten the belt from around my thighs,
As if having won tens of deadliest fights
And carried my life away.
(The photo above is a shot from my plane window on a trip from Madrid to Zurich)
What about you, readers? How do you feel about flying? If not the planes, than what other things give you a fright? How do you cope with it? I would appreciate any insights in your comments!