Sherbert colors blend together

Highlighting the fluffy blanket of clouds

Beneath them.

They look like they could catch you

But it’s an illusion of the mind

And if you fell

You’d fall right through.

Maybe

A sailor on a ship

Is looking up at

The sky,

Watching my plane fly by.

Thinking about what I

And what the others

On it

May be doing.

Maybe there’s a whale passing underneath.

He doesn’t take notice.

But does it matter

If I never really knew he was there?

If he didn’t know I was up here?

The streaks from the jet

In the sky behind me

Will be seen by thousands

Yet I will never know them.

The same sunset I see

From a mile up

Is shared with millions,

But I’m disconnected from the real world

Up here.

The poetry of a sunset

From a plane,

Is that you never really know

Who and what

Is passing beneath.

Your stories pass and overlap,

Yet never truly connect.

And night falls.