There is something grotesque about the way the airlines have begun to bully and browbeat the Civil Aviation Authority, and governments, who (rightly, it seems to me) threw wind to caution, and grounded planes due to scientific concerns about the damage volcanic ash can due to jet engines. Yes, it is true the industry lost a billion dollars or so - though clearly they should recoup much of these losses as they fly people home eventually. But to claim that economic interests might trump public safety seems odious, and wrong-headed. The aviation industry is already too strong a lobby. Flying should be pruned back. Despite the travel headaches, everyone on the ground noted the bucolic blue skies above with some degree of approval. Less planes would do more for the planet. And, until science establishes a different set of facts, it stands as given that volcanic ash can cause catastrophic engine failure and result in hull losses. It was right to be prudent about the plume. Fly the careful skies, not the reckless ones.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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