crammed, with no room to move
legs scrunched in front of me
and sticking to the seat
a bag rests at my feet
my father rests next to me -
even more crammed than I am
We are just two in a long line of travelers
sharing a small plane
Who knows where we are all going?
What we will see there?
Who is leaving for a trip or vacation?
Who is going home?
Where are we?
Where are we really going?
The plane begins to move forward
slowly
then faster
faster
faster
until it soars into the air
we leave the earth behind
and embrace the sky
the ability to fly
To fly!!
To fly and feel so free
So free!!
I watch through the window
splotches and clumps of clouds
and the smooth blue sky that we sail through
Later
when we land
kissing the marvelous sky goodbye
everyone spills out of the plane
and separates
my father and I
are a small two-person island
in a sea of travelers
What is their destination?
What will they encounter on the way?
Do they love the sky as I do?
All of the travelers
all journeying through life
Who are we?
Where, really, are we going?