Staring at my shoes
as the plane rumbles underneath me
Staring at the dials on the ceiling
To hold the sadness inside my eyes
Staring across the aisle at the oval of the sky
As the world tilts away
I don’t look outside again
Until I know it’s safe, until
I know that I’m high enough
In the air that maybe I can stop wishing
I was still on the ground
By the time I turn to the window again,
England is gone, and all I can see now
Is clouds.
