Disembarking: A Terminal Sonnet

Bad coffee drunk at airport terminal's
 Faint consolation for delays in flight,
 When failing air-con gives pilots a fright,
And back we go to slow departure halls,
Disembarking and delayed. It's small -
 A First World problem, as they say; tonight
 I should still be in Queensland: when all's right
With aircraft safety, we'll still soar, our tall
Tales told of men with wings made strangely true.
 Yet now it seems the worst fate for today
 For all things should always go our own way;
What apps can't fix, the human mind must rue.
 (I'll take for granted when the plane takes off
 And rail inside at my companion's cough.)

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

4 thoughts on “Disembarking: A Terminal Sonnet

  1. Very clever. I particularly enjoy the line,
    “What apps can’t fix, the human mind must rue.”
    It is very true that it is now more safe to fly than to do just about anything else. An aggravation, at times, but exceedingly safe.

    1. Thanks Tony! Yes, it’s surprisingly safe. I always try to remember, when there’s delays, that they’re often because they are ensuring our safety. We should probably be grateful rather than annoyed that they don’t fly off when the plane is defective.

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