After The Red-Eye Write
Written by Budd Hansen
July 28, 2019**
For an aviator the naps are nice.
Passengers in-flight, they wake up and time ain’t right.
Stuck in the time-zone before — landing feels a quarter past 4.
First captains they cannot sleep; night after night they fly and repeat.
Manning big airplanes as attention en-route.
Flying into the blue; it’s our interpretation of the above hue.
For pilots it’s all they fly through.
No drug for the flying eyes lit.
We look up to lights soaring under stars — always thank the pilots.
No love, no sleep; as tonight they’ll repeat.
I wrote through the night to finish an 8 month flight.
Now with my beta readers to inform me if book one’s alright.
Proof’s in the mail as I type.
And the aviator rest to later man the metal through night.
A journey of untold stories; I often felt weak, wanted to give up, but avoided the phonies.
Writing’s my destined worry.
By turning a worrier into a warrior.
What passenger books a flight under broken wings.
Low ratings for prices are great as seen.
Here’s to manning the mental you’ll soon read.
A flying warrior who looks to ThePeople for the unseen.
-Budd
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