Flying Home....

I wrote this poem while flying back from Charlotte, I've been meaning to post this for a while but just now getting around to doing it...

Sitting in a plane amidst MP3 players, laptops and DVD players I look out the window as far as the eye can see. Nothing but sheets of white like morning snow. As my eyes are drawn closer to the window I see clouds but my playful imagination sees clumps of cotton candy. Then I look down and see an array of shapes and colors, it looks like a tile mosaic from up here. What goes on down there? Who lives there? Are they happy/sad? As we soar through the miles the plane rocks and the wings shake. I look around the plane, some people sleeping, some reading, some people are watching our their windows as well. How many of us live in Arizona? What were they in NC for? How many are simply visiting Arizona maybe to see family? My thoughts wander to my own family...hubby should be picking the kids up now and heading to the airport to pick me up. I can't wait to see them, did they miss me? I gaze back outside trying to figure out where we are. I recognize nothing, my eyes are distracted by lines, shapes and colors but wait...yes I see mountains which means we are close!!! My heart swells and I exhale knowing that I'll be home soon with those that I love dearly.