In the company of the clouds, anything seems possible.
Above the storms, we sense we’ve won.
We reflect on the past, and dream of the future;
Everything before us shines with promise as new and fresh as a sunrise.
Details that loomed above us from the ground become small from 20,000 feet.
New perspectives; clean sheets of wisdom and comforting memories half-forgotten now ascend with the rise of engines and wings.
Sharing the air-conditioned atmosphere with familiar strangers
Each of us wondering about the stories of the other and yet never asking;
As if imagination were the better version.
Together we depart the World; Together we return,
Travel companions in a camaraderie de silence.
In the lowered air pressure of a crowded cabin we expand and transform
Coming out of hiding within our fleshy shells
We emerge into a different sunlight, and we look different
And we see things differently.
Journeys are the midwives of thought.
