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*