Harness Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Harness

Today was almost same
Then held yoke for solo
And today with harness
'All set, go…'

That day I flew high
Today too, went too high
Then took off went in air
Today was inside box
'A long Boom…'

What the hell has time done?
Ex-pilot behind lift?

Is it age or need?
Maybe being stubborn:
'Cannot sit…I must work! '

In a way a success
But who knows yesterday
I flew air-plane
Used G-Suit, Oxygen…
Now forced to use harness…

Should I laugh?
Or feel shame?