MIRACLE
Endless miles of ocean stretching out before them,
compass needle wandering wildly, only option to fly
by the sun and hope for a miracle, their miracle.
Blue sky overhead for a thousand horizons,
nature’s world, mankind here is a guest,
as the small Electra plane is buffeted by turbulence,
two people aboard start to panic.
Where are we? We aren’t meant to be lost.
Of all my records, all my achievements,
it has to go wrong on this, my final hour.
Engines splutter, fuel gone. Got to glide
down to the ocean or find an atoll.
Just one chance to do this, lower and lower
the two of us and our plane falls.
Here we go, bellying onto the sea, one jolt
and we are down. Water coming in, get out,
get the raft and abandon the plane, which floats
on a calm sea, a silver cross on the big blue ocean,
so small…
We can only survive for a few hours and what then?
No one will know what happened to us or where we came down.
We are lost at sea, Earhart and Noonan, pilot and navigator.
One made a mistake and flew off course, now both
are lost forever, to become a legend.
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