February 26, 2013

Night Flight

Each night I hear
planes easing out
to the runway,
roaring off
into the wind,
pilots pushing
throttles forward,
soaring into the silence,
while others stack up
in line, each one
keeping his place
in mind. None will know
how still I'm sleeping,
dreaming them
into a land far away,
where someday
I will follow,
finding my seat
always waiting
by the window,
all of us forever looking,
at what we left
so far below.