I turn to the next chapter
In this book that I am living,
The past comprising fact,
A future composed of fiction

I’m a passenger in this aircraft tumbling
Like metaphorical clothing in a whirlpool LG washing,
Cleansing passengers’ sweat stained lives, not for us superior smiles
We count the skyroads miles and miles,  anxiously wanting to arrive…

As the LG cycle dial clicks dramatically to Stop
In our bronco bucking sky,
This bumping jumping aircraft calms and lulls it’s flight
The metaphorical clothing perhaps now at last is dried

And from this lively aircraft’s fight,

Ascent into decline

Our wings’ intact

The wheels are down

It seems we have survived

With life’s next chapter still a fiction
This flight’s fact  now the past
And seat-belt sign now safely green again
Airport’s magnet runway draws us to positive  at last …

The pencilled-in words of future’s fiction

like a wistful fading sigh,

Are now with steadying heartbeat’s action

Slowly sinking from my eyes …

So as we end this wracking flight
To the staff we say goodbye
And to the broadly smiling faces … thank you, well done,
When we’re just glad we didn’t die.

Flight complete.