The Plane

I don’t remember the date. 1971. Summer. I sat in the plane and looked at the mountain. Waited. The plane began to move. The plane was still on the runway. Gaining speed but still on the runway. I was still there, still touching. The nose lifted. The center wheels still on the ground. Still touching. Then the plane lifted, It no longer touched the ground. I had left. I knew that I would never be back.

30 August 2021