A Plane

 A plane

I saw a plane today, 

I know, the strangest sight 

Leaving a streeling plume

Coming from the south. 

Arriving to a Covid country

It’s passengers in masks

Gone the glamour and the fun

Of traveling in the past. 

We’ll return I guess someday

To traveling through the skies 

Just now I can’t sum up

Excitement for that ride. 

Maybe things will come back again

Return to once they were

I’m not sure I want to

Endure that ballyhoo. 

Queues in airports queues on planes

Herded like sheep without a name

Off with your belt, on with your mask

Surely there’s some other nicer task?

Emigrating - that’s a need

But a short weekend abroad?

That’s not for me

I’ll settle for the Irish Sea.