In a car I'd suspect low tyre pressure.
A sudden swiftness, earth slithers
Off at an angle. The experienced solidly
This is rather a short hop for me
Read Guardians, discuss secretaries,
Business lunches. I crane for the last of dear
I'm doing it just to say I've done it
Familiar England, motorways, reservoir,
Building sites. Nimble tiny-disc, a sun
Tell us when we get to water
Runs up the porthole and vanishes.
Under us the broad meringue kingdom
The next lot of water'll be the Med
Of cumulus, bearing the crinkled tangerine stain
That light spreads on an evening sea at home.
You don't need an overcoat, but
Once more the prosaic statements of the fellow passenger intervenes and the smooth flow of the first speaker’s comment is broken up, juxtaposing the practical with the narrator’s sense of awe.
First Flight