When the flight is delayed
because a gelatinous fog
beefy as a body
is laying across the tarmac
it makes you wonder
whether pilots
cabined in the conical end
of an enormous
cruciform machine
still have to peer out of windows
to see their way clear
Pulling a decorated cuff
over the heel of a hand
rubbing squeakily at the plexiglass to check
if the condensation is in or out
looking leftlooking right
looking uplooking down
trusting only to the evidence of their eyes
As if we are to believe
that with all the penetration of their instruments
they can’t see their way in a muffled dark
And anyway
do planes have wing mirrors?
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