A small black truck huddles
behind one wing, buried in a shroud
of smoke. Exhaust fumes? Fire?
No. A cloud of detergent
billows over the plane. When every suitcase
is stowed, every seat belt buckled ,
and the runways plowed, the black truck
sidles up again, the airport’s winter “familiar.”
–excerpt from “De-Icing the Plane” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011). First published in Christianity Today.