I fly

I fly

The sky looks like a dream
Blue, beautiful, and bountiful
Clouds are inviting
Soft like a pillow
To ponder about the world below.

A river flows
A thin road goes
Bridges crossing over
Offering a friendly gesture
Tall buildings in small lands
Holding each other’s hands
A fleet of cars
Stuck in a traffic jam
Even chaos looks like peace
On earth’s every piece.

The picture is perfect
Almost surreal it is
The tall and the short
The fat and the thin
The fair and the black
Even their joys and pains
Are all the same
From my window pane.

It almost feels like dying
And being in heaven
My heart is full
And my soul is free.

I wrote this piece recently on a plane to Boston. I was in a window seat.

By |July 30th, 2017|POETRY|0 Comments

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