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Through the clouds I fly
Racing the jet stream on wings
Captive, protected
I feel the wind not at all
Though it shakes, yanks and upsets
Broken mists swirl by
Pushed aside, sliced through by force
Engines roar unheard
Tranquil in my sealed tube
The earth below me unseen
Beyond dreams of birds
Racing gravity on wings
Pushing up, pulling
The fight of speed and pressure
Until the force of down wins
Through the clouds I fly…
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Day 8 of National Poetry Month – Tanka
Image and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2017
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