Up in the Air

I wonder about so many things.
I wonder about you, miles up. I know i'm barely visible anymore.
I wonder if you're in the window seat, looking out on me. The terminal is fading
to big green and brown squares of land. Changing into sequences of lights and colors.
But that too is lost to the sun's radiance and the big pillows hugging the turbines and the pale blue ocean you are swimming in.

Thoughts meld at the edges. Memories overlapoverlap. I wonder if all you see is an inhabited world. I hope you remember I'm down here.

I hope that pilot knows what he's doing.
That iron bird has the only thing I ever really wanted.
I wonder if it knows that.