Somehow Saturday evaporated and Sunday appeared…it’s Spring Break, so my schedule is disrupted as I travel and enjoy some vacation time. But I continue with the poem-a-day challenge…here are entries 6 and 7.
Day 6
Flight 297
They queue
single
file
into the heavy metal tube
soon
it will hurtle
through the sky
bird-like
but not.
Once inside
they vacillate
between
fear and boredom
seatbelts latched
tray tables too
eyes glazed
by movie after movie
restless to arrive
hours crawl
moving back in time.
As never-ending approaches
they
land.
©Douillard
Day 7
A Blue Kind of Day
The day dawned blue
with light that warms
your shoulders
and your heart
Azure
Indigo
Ultramarine
Royal
Navy
Turquoise
Aquamarine
Sapphire
Teal
and all the colors nature invented in between
Blue that melts worries
lets you breathe deeply in and out
and calms the soul.
It was a blue kind of day.
©Douillard
Thinking Through My Lens 
As a nervous flyer, your first poem made me shiver. That hurtling tube. Ugh. The next one sent me to a better place 🙂 I was talking to someone (a photographer) the other day and he referred to the pre-dawn/early morning “Blue Hour.” Have you ever heard that? Enjoy your break! Four days and counting here!