Grounded, Yet Airborne

The old enormous engine roars like a promise,

The screeches of metal tremble within the gray sky,

Clouds and cramped skeletal distortion,

tech in its prime time.

I bow my head, each time amazed,

I clasp the armrest of my seat,

my fingers pushing into knuckles,

I'll always be afraid in that short moment

when the world tilts forward,

when the flight is already starting,

Always felt like I leave behind the known,

while I clutch the unknown stronger with each breath

when the plane is still on the ground but already flying,

that sharp final surrender.