I try not to think about dying and instead
I close my eyes and imagine - I am outside watching
while we race along the runway.
Meanwhile inside - I try to predict
the exact moment we leave the earth.
And then, when the only thing between fresh air and me
are a few thin layers of metal and plastic
and perhaps a pile of luggage
or maybe a tank of fuel - (I don’t actually know how aircraft are constructed)
I try not to think of plummeting back to the ground.
You see I do not truly understand how they stay in the air.
I get that it has something to do with wind and lift
after all, I have flown a kite and watched a sail fill.
And I realise there must be physics involved -
but then again, I don’t really understand that either
having given it up before my O’ levels - too many numbers.
Thus I fail to comprehend how pressure
can keep nearly 80,000 tons in the sky.
So while we are all squeezed together,
shoulder to shoulder, like fish in a tin,
I think of how to solve, ‘worst-case-scenarios’ -
which is pointless really. Since I know that -
Bruce Willis, Samuel L Jackson and Liam Neeson are not on the passenger list.
But it passes the time
until we are once again strapped into our seats
and hurtling back to earth.