Skycap
SKYCAP
She has her wings
hummingbird jet fuel nectar
tightrope technician
clear for departure
highest altitude aeronautic attitudes
fly-by-wire chaos manager
She the honey bee beauty
airborne ambassador emcee referee
Count-down compression
her constant companion
as the clock tick slips with
pressurization
Hmmm...
it is never-ending...
Yes,
we have some things in common...
Bedouin baggage bent to tent
jettison superfluous accoutrement
hair line dry clean streamline sheen
twenty four makeup pristine preen
Mine raw hard ware heavy gear so
sixty pound solid-shell sonic cargo
mutual mandatory three change clothing
functional uniform shadow camo
And She dances the aisles
like a movie set Boom Operator
overhead carry-on characters jostling
plasticine tetricine jigsaw juggling
turbulent turbine travelers travailing
Pitch rolling fuselage flurry
- no worries
airborne asylum and then some surely
She be hummingbird
honey bee beauty
pivot roll gyro dynamo bearings
Our axis taxis ridiculous logistic taxes
slot machine schedule
sleek streak sailing
weather not forecasting
...waiting...
Hollywood hour standing-by
insane call-time
flight-plans waving bye
Stereo hotel channel surf local
deadhead departures with layover loco
Nonetheless
we live largely in passing
far too as so fleeting...
Thirty thousand feet below
we are running our celluloid show:
I hear twenty seconds before
cast with crew
one hundred and fifty so
I call plane on set
...and we all hold the roll
Speeding seconds slowly winding
nail-biting timing
The First AD trembles tremors
ulcerous stopwatch inches pacing
- he is now profusely sweating...
I subversive so discretely
break hold with camera ever so neatly
(there will be the slightest of drift
from wake of her heavenly hummingbird shift)
...all to capture such bee-line tone
propulsive contrail catapult home
None less than I await the sumptuous
shoot day's circling window-take voluptuous
stellar runway waving wake
Skycap siren scene-stealing slate
I wink to my Director and whisper
thru confidante's comtek
secure channel monitor:
'I have now come to respect planes during takes,
acquired a new found appreciation for...
My blood no longer boils when I hear them
- but mine heart-rate even more doth surely soar...'
for KM
Randy Resh 2012
poem by Randy Resh
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