3-5-15
I can’t help but drift off into daydream when I
spot a plane in the sky-
maybe it’s the child in me,
still stuffed full of wonder and awe as it glints off the
sun like an afternoon star-
I wonder then, of the lives above us,
bound for the winds of everywhere…
some eager,
some pained,
many excited, nervous, or afraid,
journeys and endings, departures and destinations…
I wonder what they’re thinking as they’re looking down upon us,
or if they’re wondering what I’m thinking while looking up,
and if our thoughts ever somehow intersect in the middle*
I wonder.