Santiago Sunrise
Flight.

The jet engines roar above the clouds The blood-red dawning rises in the east The very first South American sunrise The adrenalin and pulse are both increased.
On the jet flight LAN eight hundred We sit suspended in sardine wrappers The tab is pulled and opens up The Andes to morning nappers.
Like a giant predatory eagle We hover in the blue morning sky The rugged hills and snow-capped tops Embedded deep in my mind’s eye.
Midst thumps and screaming engines New blood courses through each vein The anticipation and tired exhaustion The question could this be all in vain.
Long lines of bedraggled travelers We all hope this is the last time in a while That we’ll be queuing in these endless lines Like beaten soldiers in single file.
Each step traipsing to the minivan The feet feel like lead cast boots A different language signs and sights Aussies from overseas are new recruits.
Flying into the rising sun Full days fly by in seconds The body clock has gone askew Much more than my mind reckons.
The sleep beckons as nighttime falls A brisk walk-in tree-lined street A quick café evening meal Then time to slip between the sheets.
The first Santiago sunrise A new dawning full of wonder And the suspense of the unknowns From this fellow from down under.
©
David Rudder 2013
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