I take my seat
in Sardine Class
on QF31 for London.
Despite my belt and press
of fellow passengers
I shout I am a god!
I raise my arms
for more hours
of light on this
the longest day!
Our Boeing lifts and soars
west through twenty hours
of sunshine then,
deserting memories
of hot beaches, fires, drought
and sundrenched children,
lands, a beached fish stranded
in Yuletide dark damp and snow,
battle lost at last against
the longest night. 
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