By Maya Green
Not exactly the Co-pilot, I will admit
But it was the closest thing, I’ve got to say
Of a mosquito’s plane cockpit, there I sit
Aaah, it was all excitement, on that day
High above the fjords, of the South Island
An adrenalin-laced Kiwi run, for certain
I wonder now, oh but at what risk taken?
My better half, swearing in the back seat
My teenage girl with a bit of excitement
A rickety single engine amphibious, beat
A relic of WW2, more of a museum piece
Strapped in for dear life, a wind-blown piece
So would I do it again?
Maybe, yes but more likely, no
For no venture, there’s no gain
When you are greyed, and weathered so
And having been there, and done that
Being a little wiser, one should be
By experience, mellowed and subdued be
Dateline:
1.06 AM
January 28, 2024, Bintulu
Reflection on a family holiday years ago
