Haiku Therapy: Paris Pre-flight Feelings

Haiku #1

excitement and dread ~
my two constant companions
on overseas flights

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The view from my window

Sitting in my window seat in Premium Economy (no irony in that term!), I’m excited to be headed back to Paris but feeling a bit loathsome about the weather. Half of the passengers are on the plane and the rest are waiting at the gate here at Dulles International Airport, because lightning strikes have halted the boarding process. Sheesh!

Haiku #2

I love air travel ~
but it’s the being there part,
not the getting there

Once the getting there is done, I promise you lots of peppy Paris posts with pics! ‘Til then, please send good air travel juju, and check out these other Paris-based posts (if you just can’t wait): click here.

A Word about Haiku Therapy

I always write haiku when I’m waiting in line or stressed – you should try it! I call it Haiku Therapy. It passes the time and reduces the dread, and has gotten me into a lot of great conversations with “all y’all” haiku lovers out there.


Postlogue

A week later, after a successful (and super-busy!) trip, I’m just now seeing some of the comments and realizing that this post had a cliff-hanger ending with no resolution. Sorry about that! And thanks for the good juju…

The overnight flight was fine after a rocky start and we arrived in Paris in one of the most beautiful sunny days ever. And since the only way to conquer the jet lag and get onto local time quickly is to power through it and walk, walk, walk, that’s exactly what we did. To close out this tale, here’s a photo of the Eiffel Tower from the gardens in front of the Musée de l’Armée, where Napoleon is buried.

 

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More to come.

 

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Two Haiku: International Flight Hopes

o please let me keep
an empty seat beside me ~
i’ve been a good girl

– or this –

international
brings out my antisocial:
don’t sit beside me!

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Please don’t judge me, Dear Readers. I just can’t forget that time that guy talked for 9 hours straight, from Amsterdam to the US. The seat next to me is empty, and boarding ends in ten minutes. Fingers crossed!

story of my flight in 8 haiku

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I love to use the empty seat for my newspapers, and the tray table for my drinks, leaving a tiny bit of personal lounging space at my own seat – flight nirvana!

 

empty seat beside me
an unexpecsted pleasure
a “no chitchat flight”

scary turbulence
no matter how much I fly
hate loathe despise it

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gripping the armrests
sending up prayer after prayer
imagining crash

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grumpy skies bumpy
frightened, I wish it would stop
clenched hands aren’t helping

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think positive thoughts
channeling turbulence fears
I write some haiku

gotta get a grip
today’s not my day to die
plane WILL land safely

wafting gently now
the skies are friendly again
I’m fine ’til next time

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on the ground now
calm and confident I am
I love air travel!

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My text to the Grill-Meister upon landing: “On the ground and not dead!”

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