Unplanned Descent

There is a

sense of air

rushing past,

of acceleration.

A thought might

flash by even as

the scenery does

       OH  SH-T!

There isn’t time to

consider the landing,

yet it is a hard truth

fast approaching.

Your gyro-horizon

tilts sharply, random

sensors scream

WARNING WARNING

In the midst of this

free-fall can you

correct course

      or

perhaps

somehow

impossibly

reeeeelax

and glide?