Sonnets From Other Lives: Harv

He wakes up when the seatbelt light comes on
& the captain warns there may be turbulence.
He checks his watch--they’re landing before long.
Still he owns he’s not a little tense.
Flying is unnatural he thinks.
What keeps this steel behemoth in the air?
The physics make no sense but he won’t jinx
his luck by dwelling on it. When will he be there--
safe on the ground & breathing oxygen
that hasn’t passed through everybody else’s lungs?
O that he’d never have to fly again!
To think that people ride these planes for fun!
What if he gets that William Shatner thing
where he’s seeing creepy gremlins on the wing.