- Celebrate Dia de los Muertos at Riverfront Museum Park campus Nov. 1
- Lee Hamilton: Some thoughts on governing
- Top of Illinois Veterans Stand Down Oct. 31 in Rockford
- CUB shares list of worst customer horror stories
- Park District receives Governor’s Sustainability Award
- Park District’s ‘Ties & Tennies’ fund-raiser Nov. 14; deadline Nov. 6
- Nov. 2 concert celebrates release of Jodi Beach’s sixth recording
- Healthy Halloween Party Nov. 1 at U of I College of Medicine at Rockford
- Three local NFL Flag Football teams head to regional competition
- ‘Hoo’ Haven hosts annual open house Nov. 2 in Durand
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