Daybreak

The finished version of the poem.

Airplane pilots everywhere describe a
Career in the cockpit as long hours of
Boredom punctuated by short spikes of
Terror.  But now, with the day peeking round
The curtains and shimmering on your hair
As you stir toward waking; it seems if we
Could add to the boredom and the terror
These quiet moments of bliss, then perhaps
We might have something would describe us all.