I like watching
The little airplane
Move across the screen,
Showing me
Where I am.
If I look out the window,
Into the darkness,
I think I see the ocean
Below the clouds.
The food is terrible
And the coffee is worse
But the company isn’t so bad
And I like the sound
Of the wind rushing past.
Earlier
We passed over Canada.
This is the farthest North
I’ve ever been.
I could watch a movie-
It might help pass the time.
Try and get some rest.
But how could I sleep
Surrounded by darkness
And negative temperatures
And time zones.
How could I close my eyes
For even a second
And miss turbulence [my favorite]
Or the little airplane
Mimicking the big airplane
As we careen across the Atlantic?
Everyone has an Irish accent,
Including the captain,
And it puts me at ease.
There’s a clover
Painted on the wing
And when we took off
I saw a rainbow
Through the storm.
My makeup seems to be holding up
And I feel so alive.
2.5 hours to Dublin.
