the landing

these wings
of this too large
plane, tilt
and wobble just
slightly
with the sun
suddenly in and
out of your eyes
as it rolls and
drifts in a semi-
circle, slides forward
to it's destination
below the clouds,
and you see
the curve of the earth,
with blue rivers and
trees move
closer, everything
getting larger,
and the engines
roar is lessened,
pulled back into
your seat with
strange gravity,
and as if in slow
motion, in a dream
you approach
the runway, faster
and faster to
the solid ground,
the zip and sting
of tires onto the
tarmac, and you
have somehow lived
and survived this
flight, to write
this down.