Onboard they come
I stifle the urge to run
Their baggage of woes they closely hug
But their bigger physical bags onboard they lug.
Carry-ons too big for overhead fitting
Gasping, they implore for some lifting
“Do your damn job” they cry
I start the inner countdown for us to be among sky.
Now they’re been seated comfortably
at the cost of my lower backs lumbar well-being
But hark! There must be an emergency situation
All the call bells are performing a Christmas lights imitation
“Water!” They cry
“I have pills to take and my throat is dry”
“I’ll be there in a minute” as I run by
Their wounded eyes implore to me that’s there’s little time.
A tray of glasses piled high
As I wind my way through the choking sighs
“A water for you and for you” I say, hoping it’s enough
but others catch on and the rest begin to cough
Cart’s wheels burning
Passengers united in their urging
“wine!” they beg, “Red Or white”? I attest.
I’m met with a curt “Yes”.
A Chorus of Chicken
A bass bellow for beef
My will and arms weaken
So begins the prayer call for relief
At last it’s done;
Every mouth full, every tongue drenched
Legs wind down from a run
I limp, and I’m benched.
My stomach creates a tentative query
I answer with a self-made lunch of love
It time to rest my body weary
But… alas… a star lights up above
The dings begin never-ending
A heavy sigh puts my food away
Rise up with a backwards bending
The second round of service has begun its play.
And so time trails on like endless desert sand
We do this again, rinse and repeat
Until its time for the plane to land
And us to take our long-awaited seat.
