In Flight, Glasgow-Sumburgh

An exit nudges behind us,
Arrows in dual directions,
A glass without a shade -

People who know the turn
And strangers fastened in
Are preparing for ascent;

Countless winds change,
Quickly shed, in Shetland,
Like the axis every year

Of this Magnetic North;
Thoughts curve into space,
Pilot steers with co-pilot

Who place us on a map
Of broadening surf, dust,
Back towards the land.