….The silver bird, with floury faces ovalled
on its side, slithers into a blizzard, hugely blind.
No mincing steps, no Lot’s wife here.
One hesitation could mean death
ablaze on a snowy superhighway. Everyone
prays, “Up, up,” to the engine’s crescendo,
like sparrows sudsed in a birdbath
just before flight.
–excerpt from “De-Icing the Plane” by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Christianity Today.