Runway
So I have a chance to work on something
Instead of rush, rush, rush
I actually think some planning might be in store
It’s a nice change
A little bit of time
And some distance
To let the soup come to a boil
In its own good time
It really seems like a takeoff
Taxiing to the end of the runway
Revving up the engines
But holding
Waiting for the tower to give clearance
Holding back the powerful thrust
The whining motors pressing against the brakes
Urging things along
But not yet
Traffic needs to clear
Others in the pattern
Looking for the soft landing
But when it’s here
It will be zoom-
And I’ll soar into the sky
A rocket ship ride
Straight into the sun
No looking back
Just go