What golden king of ancient time
Would not envy my simple pursuit?
The span I leap in minutes,
His fleet-footed messenger could not match
In months of arduous travel.
My eye gazes down upon a wider land,
From a vantage higher than any mountain.
I eat and drink in ease, and calmly survey sights no
Emperor’s eye of old ever beheld.
The Envy of Birds!
The Power of Air!
I, the every day man, an ambler –
Godlike, stepping on clouds to soar above.
The ancient kings would marvel and
Desire above gold, what now I plainly do.
Air travel has become such a commodity these days that I find myself in some kind of strange minority in that I am still amazed and awestruck at the fact that we can don our metal wings and actually fly. I’ll take a window seat any time I get a chance to go. While everyone else is watching a movie or sleeping, I’m gazing out that window with a bemused grin, following the landmarks and geography below or glorying in fantasy cloudscapes and trying to get my brain to realize and accept just exactly where I am up here in the sky, higher than Earth’s tallest mountain, flashing across entire continents and great oceans in my cushioned sedan chair.
It is truly an experience of power (and wealth!) that no ancient King could have imagined. What is truly Amazing, however, soon becomes mundane once it becomes a commonplace method of travel.
All too soon I must turn away from the mythic views from my plastic window and the magic carpet ride comes to its earthy end.
March 26, 2012 | Categories: Musings: Life, Death, Past, &Future, Photos and Artwork, Poems, Travel, Uncategorized | Tags: air travel, aircraft, airplane, flight, flying, inspiration, magic carpet ride, photo, photograph, poem, thought, transportation, travel, writing | Leave a comment