6th 2009 "D" day
Not everyday do I have the opportunity to
contemplate flying with an understanding that yet again I will be fastening a
seat belt. I hear those more recent songs of flying and my heart
winces because of a song's sadness or happiness.
In memory I can place the lyrics as belonging to me because of
aero-planes. I join with the moment of leaving, or with the moment
of greeting. I say hello, or I say goodbye and suddenly it is
I do not refer here to the mechanics
of flying, rather I mean the reality of distance. Those long ago
places in my lifetime more often than not involved the flight of aero-planes.
Here in Kentucky, where I live, they fly
higher than their sound can travel. At night they are a twinkling star
that moves too quickly. In the day they can be a vapor trail. I
see them and I have memories.
And while being held in their spell, I
have watched jet engines and I have watched propellers, I have watched the
trembling wing and I have stared down
at the earth, seen places I could never visit. I have been humbled
by the size of our planet.
I don't remember ever having enjoyed
it. But in the category of "me", aero-planes have become
like bookends on those shelves where 'being' is sorted. They are not
the vacation, or the holiday, rather they are a stillness before change, and
I am sentimental.