dreamliner

Wandering down towards my fate

I came across my dreamliner.

it wasn't mine per se

Just anybodies sitting at a gate

and I remembered the last time

I sat behind the wing

and watched the tips rise out of sight

above the cabin.

like a swallow

more bird than plane

swept back wings 

deceptively small for such a large craft

the future of avaiton

lighter, faster more efficient

a better breed

of flight

I'm always reminded of 

Gerald Manley Hopkins

"the windhover"

about a falcon.

a modern plane

and old poem

read it 

and weep

I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, 

king-dom of daylight’s dauphin,

dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, 

in his riding of the rolling level underneath him steady air,

and striding high there,

how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing

In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,     

As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding  

rebuffed the big wind.

My heart in hiding stirred for a bird,

the achieve of; the mastery of the thing! 

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle!

AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion times told lovelier, more dangerous,

O my chevalier!   No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion shine,

and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,  

Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.