Haiku before a Holiday

I’m shitting myself
I’m off to the airport soon
And I think I’ll die

Here we go again
Destination Edinburgh
That’s if we don’t crash

Can aeroplanes fly?
Or are we drugged so we dream,
and get moved by bus?

I’m scared of flying.
Am I obsessed about death?
Or just a realist?

If I die today
Please think only this of me:
I shouldn’t have flown

RC 8-9-09