Land and Sky

Out the Gate,
The Runway Bare:
Rev the Engines,
Sail the Air.

Below Cars gleam,
Roofs naught but Rust
We leave grey City
In Our Dust.

Past jagged Coastline
Lies Untamed Sea
Blind from Cloud…
Sky breaks Free.

I Fasten Belt
As Clouds Approach,
Through the Porthole
Does Land Encroach?

Metropolis: New
To Lidded Eyes,
We Fast Approach
Long-‘waited Prize.

With a Jolt
We Hit the Ground.
Now in the Realm
Of Queen and Pound.