- More than 50 employers at Jan. 29 job fair
- School district’s credit rating remains solid
- State Police seize LSD, cannabis, U.S. currency in I-80 arrest
- Park District names employee, team of the year
- A closer look at fracking for natural gas
- Susan Johnson, copy editor, moves on after 21 years
- Guest Column: Clean Water Act: Supporters of clean water must make their voices heard
- Susan Johnson: Saying goodbye to a career
- Super Bowl XLIX prediction: Seahawks will top Patriots
- Sinnissippi Park improvements announced
Literary Hook: Poem shares ambivalence of flying
By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
For many, flying is a joy. For others, it is a chore. For a few, it is phobically terrifying.
Most of us probably have conflicting ideas about flying, depending on how things are going up there at 35,000 feet or how long we have had to wait for our flight. Though we may not be fearful, from time to time we might experience some existential disquietude without our feet on terra firma. Surely, many of us have asked, “What are we doing up here anyway?”
Bill Zartman’s poem captures this human ambivalence in a crisp, concise and well-designed poem.
Just outside the thick window, the air is cold and thin;
Intense sunlight glints on the silver wing
that stretches precariously into space
The hoarse groan of the engine is relentless;
Its gaping mouth sucks ravenously for air —
the sound is heard deep in the bones
A vast, blue sky reaches to the horizon and beyond;
Far below, a blanket of white clouds slyly invites us
to run and leap in its softness
We are suspended in this strange place;
A sea of heads staring forward —
uninvited visitors in a hostile world
About the author: Retired from a local manufacturing company, Bill Zartman enjoys creative writing, playing the violin, bicycling and travel. Summers are spent in the north woods of Wisconsin. His family includes a wife, two adult children, a son-in-law and a new grandson.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet.
From the Jan. 11-17, 2012, issue