Night flights, I huddled in my coat,
watched the lights clink like ice cubes in a drink
down below, sipped soda and refused cheese crackers- too orange-
marked thoughts on paper no one else would ever know,
dreamed of diving off the plane, feeling my breath catch in my chest,
feeling the world swoop by me,
when I was little, long ago.
(This was written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt Flight.)