Living on the Wing

Flying through the air at 400 mph, I look across the aircraft's broad wing and see a place I exist to dream and push life to the edge...on the wing of the plane.

The interior is comfortable, there is every luxury and I can have anything my heart & mind desires. I'm lulled to be unguarded here, anything can happen in complete safety.

But, when the attendant inquires, I insist to be sat on the wing, tied down but mostly grasping at a small rope attempting to find my peaceful existence even when certain death is only inches away.

I'm called to live on a small wing, engines roaring, tragedy looms, complicating everything when an easier life is so close to me.

Do I thrive in this chaos, dare to do what others won't? Maybe I just want to feel alive and there's no better way than to enter an environment of mimosas & warm cookies served with a sexy smile in First Class after a long haul Living On The Wing.

First Class is too luxurious and coach must be where 90% of everyone else is. Both groups are boring, unchallenged and unstimulated...separated by the restraints of whatever life’s budget has been awarded.

I can't allow myself to afford the first and the latter is cattle being herded to the land of mediocrity.

No, No...I will take my complicated life, Living On The Wing.

~Robin

Inspired on 10/1/07 = Written flying to Sacramento from 4 day Dallas vacation