Pilots are inexorably tied to weather. Under certain conditions, it would be certainly hazardous to fly. One day, when I was working at Edwards, one of my pilots was standing and staring at the weather. I stopped to watch him. It was so organic. His entire being was going up there, and he wanted to understand it, that day, to it’s fullest. The weather report would not be enough. Like a businessman reading the file on a prospective client, like an HR person reading about a prospective hiree, a farmer looking to see if it’s time to plant and of course, a sailor wondering where the prevailing winds will take him.
Just remember, if you crash because of weather, your funeral will be held on a sunny day. – Layton A. Bennett
You stood there and gauged the patterns of air,
the clouds and the turbulence. Yet, the wind,
not robust enough to tousle your hair,
was able to make clarity rescind.
To and fro your eyes scanned the perilous
landscape. In your mind, a scenario
evolved, with way too many mischievous
heroics to feed your growing ego.
Then you pitched up into the nasty sky
as if you were controlling the weather.
Regardless of the conditions up high,
you would return on wing without feather.
Thus, as each day goes by in your young life,
you reappear to your offsprings and wife.
I am responding to the prompt, “Write about a memorable encounter relating to work .”
POETICS: Workin’ For It
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haiku and senryu about annoyances
waves pound on beaches
bad weather annoyances
filthy land based pollution
human garbage piles
dirty Chinese air
greenhouse emissions travel
screaming sick infants
cats fighting in the allies
dogs looking for fights
pernicious urban status
no emission laws
This week’s theme is: Annoyance
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Photo credit: the UK Guardian BlogTeam Vision – TAM
The first step propelled me
into an assemblage
of misty columns,
terrifying bone-white vapors,
and sadistically whining
The next step was a leap
into an arid sandy valley
where the brutish winds
set spiders twitching
and rattlers hiding
beneath the moldy thistle.
I stepped into an ocean
commanded by microseismic eruptions
and prosaic waves converted
into hyperactive disruptive
mudslides of the continental shelves.
In vain, I did attempt to step
back into civilization
whence overwhelming fright
nullified my ability
to untie the laces
and remove those shoes.
A quicky Sunday morning write up (again, instead of writing my screenplay) for
dversepoets “Poetics – On your feet.”
Brian Miller challenged the poets to write a poem with shoes as the inspiration.
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Where did I get the images? I’ll admit. Yesterday, along with the local ARES (Amateur Radio Emergency Service) I was present for a briefing by a NOAA scientist He was trying to recruit volunteer weather watchers. Did I sign up to volunteer as a storm watcher? Those of you who know me, can guess, with confidence.
Oh, yeah…if you couldn’t guess, this is a metaphor for taking control of your own life, psychological state of being, and all that mental health theory.