outside my window

Today, I am making a trip to Atlanta on business. I must leave home in the wee hours of the morning and will be returning late this evening.

I have to admit that I am a bit of a nervous flyer. Although, I like the speed with which an aircraft can take me from here to there. I am not a big fan of take-offs, turbulence, landings, small bathrooms, or cramped seats. I suppose this encompasses almost everything about the flying experience.

However, there is one thing I do enjoy... I know hard to believe.

I love looking out the window at the wondrous world below. I can quickly become quite lost in my own thoughts when I see the endless sea of billowy clouds just drifting and floating along their uncharted path. Oh, the joy I feel when I catch glimpses of the earth beneath this fluffy blanket. The ground looking very much like a puzzle right before you toss the board over, and start trying to reassemble the pieces of the picture you so recklessly scatter.

So for Poetry Thursday, I thought I might share a little poetic verse about this vast beautiful scenery outside my airplane window.


right here at my window
captivated I sit, simply staring
as billowy wisps drift into view

I am floating among islands
amidst an ocean of blue
humbled by this peace

they usher in morning to evening,
exchanging day for night
with utter praise and delight

such comfort given with no hesitation
swaddling the earth below
right here at my window