Flight

I look down upon it all, taking in this spectacle of night,


Tiny dollops of slumbering joy help to ease my fright.


The giant roar from the engine, cradles me like a glove.


I am an anomaly in flight, helpless from above. 


The great city below does little to ease my qualms.


For paradise I just left, stuffed with friendly palms. 


Now I roam over this endless, briny sea,


If land may ever come, 


gentle...may it be.