High Flyers

They are a tight unit.
Not a social club.
Not as close as siblings.
Nevertheless, a team.

Lives depend on them.
For Information,
for directions,
for timeliness.

There is one captain.
Omnipotent in the air.
A crew of varying levels,
Trained to precision.

The next time you see
them pulling their wagons
across the tarmac
seemingly all talking at once


Don't think of them
as merely a gaggle of uniforms
Give a silent thanks
to the powers that be

The training and discipline
it takes to achieve their level
is beyond mere mortals
in most ways to mention

They do more than merely
look good in their uniforms.
They know which buttons to push.
And they know where the booze is.

Nice flying with you, Captain.
Thanks to your entire crew.
My bag of peanuts was fresh
And my coffee was magic brew.

I wrote this after I read a post by Maggie at Moonstruck about her flight and a last minute trip she and her friends enjoyed recently. Thanks, Maggie for the idea. Instead of using a graphic of a real airplane I chose instead the paper airplane!