Sunday, 24 February 2019

travelling


Taking off on a rainy Wednesday
I had a window seat
looking across the bay 
I saw an unrecognisable coast.
The fog rendered the known unknown.

Landmarks lost in the haze
We could have been anywhere.

The minute the plane left the earth 
the real world became a plaything
Another aircraft on the runway
a kids toy I could reach down and fly

Then we burst through the cloud layer 
into another reality of sunshine and blue sky.

The clouds were endless
another geography to marvel.
Reality is only perception
Scale is everything.



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