The world drops out from below and my head lifts into the clouds
To float like it has for all my life,
Only this time it is for real.

The window opens to views of below, of tiny aluminum-can cars
With ant-people drivers and potato-bug pets.
Patchwork-quilt fields with streams of roads running past them,
Then fluffs of vanilla cotton candy drop in,
Slowly meandering by and saying a soft and sweet, “Hello.”

As the soaring bird gets higher the view pulls back, like my camera lens does
When I get too close to my best friend’s face and the flash won’t go.
The ant-people and potato-bug pets disappear, and all that remains
Are the glints of sunlight off aluminum-can cars.