[Poetry] Flying High

Flying high

We sat in our seats and buckled up

as the plane prepared to fly.

Tables stowed, seats upright

we were off an up in the sky.

The ground fell away far below

a little make-believe town.

Tiny houses, trees and cars

goin down, and down and down.

This must be how birds feel

soaring high above.

When I come back the next time

I want to be a dove.

Aideen Donohue 2020