On the way home, 
High above the world below,
In the window seat 
Looking out at the blue skies and the cloud cover below
Soon I will be home. 
There are a couple of hundred people on this flight 
People who I don’t know and will probably never see again.
All heading in the same direction, some on holiday and some to welcoming arms. 
The cabin has just dimmed. Is it morning here yet.
Is the coffee ready and breakfast made?
Somewhere now, the day is half done.
I am going backwards in time
On the way home, are we there yet?

September 16, 2024