I had forgotten what it felt like to flyI watch as the plane speeds down the runwayA lurchThe wings turn upwards as the wheels retractThe plane fliesgaining heightdips to the rightthen the leftnow it steadies itselfIt climbs higherreaches a peakand then climbs highertouching the cloudsIts blinkers come onsmall but strong flashes of lighttumble through the skyThe experience is exhilaratingI am driftingand the clouds hover below mea blanket of whiteBig towers, only a speck belowCities, a cluster of little dotsRivers, a stream of waterThe light blue sky a deep blue havenI am on top of the worldin a special placea small worldyet on top of the worldMy worries left below, waitingand I let them sitnot wanting to return to the world anytime soonWith one movementI can shut the world awaybut I keep a little window openAnd I can see why birds often hang in midairI want to see it allI want to fly without the protection of the planeI want to feel the air surround mebut I am stuck in the planewith only a pane of glass separating me from the outside world

New York, New York