We landed at Heathrow.
As the sun rose.
Opening eyes in a British Airways jumbo jet.
Seats configured in a ying-yang maze.
Rather than in rows.
So, we took off, landed facing backwards.
Exited on a jetway.
Descended a staircase.
To a bus.
Traveling miles to a terminal.
People buzzed in all directions.
Zigzagging, waggling.
Making their far-flung connections.
Caught in the middle of the crush,
waiting to catch our plane.
Though the flight to Málaga delayed.
Soon, we’d eat turrón in Spain.
Lynn Benjamin
January 5, 2023