Tangled Limbs

stuffed into two seats

in the back row where

there is no recline

nor place to put your feet

as the carts roll by

the endless stream of

passengers stumbling

over our feet on their way

to the loo

and so we entangle

arms over shoulders,

 legs over thighs,

feet under bags for two

endless hours, finally

standing on senseless feet,

with crooked necks, the

last ones to wave good-bye

to the cheery stewardess.