High overhead
Tens of thousands of feet up
A jet silently passes by.
It gets me to wondering
About the people up there.
Who are they?
Where do the come from?
Where are they headed,
And what do they see
Looking down in my direction?
Are they excited to be going,
Sad to be leaving,
Or might they be
Sitting and contemplating
What it must be like
For people like me
Looking up at them?
Monday, October 13, 2008
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