Quack!

God, love a duck.....

Traveling by plane across the main,
Sitting in coach waiting for peanuts,
I was thinking about layovers.

Drifting to sleep on that square of a pillow,
Knees to my chest and arms folded tight,
Dreaming of home but stuck on this flight.

Turbulence seesawing our plane up and down,
Waking me abruptly, my vision still blurred,
I glance out the window over the wing.

Mother of god! It's a duck of all things.
Staring at me like a new zoo exhibit,
Quacking at me to say what an idiot.

Stuck in a can hurtling across the sky,
At the mercy of gravity because I can't fly.
This duck makes a point as he leaps in the air.
Spreading his wings, gone without a care.

Oct 24, 2010

Author's Note

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

OH, I love this...so playful and so true to those of us who have such fears :)

Peace
Robin

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Oh what a playful poem. I like this SO much .. Love the title and "God love a duck"-
The poem is perfect describing being on a plane.. but to look out and see a duck staring back- this is so wonderful.. good to read a poem so pleasing!

Chloe