Up in Flight

Up in the air, Up above it all, soaring.

Playground sandbox mountains,

thumb-sized cities.

A quilt of green, each patch a different hue,

Sewn together with

Needle and thread of

Cars and dirt roads.

Up above the clouds,

Up in flight,

Up in height.

Flying so high, so high,

The tiny earth below,

And me,

A giant!

And then the seatbelt sign alights,

Heart sinking as the world grows larger

And we descend through the blanket of cotton

And me, saddened, because I liked feeling that tall.