Airplane jets are

this poem is NOT in the poem book...

Airplane jets are

Zooming through blue skies,
Headed for land of the Mouse,
I spy sun dropped water,
Reflecting off small lakes and ponds;
Scattered throughout the brown and gray landscape.

The occasional lengthy water snake
Glitters into reflective view.

Plane bumps as we hit puffy cloud lines
Ice cubes jiggle a dance in my coca cola cup
I wonder how tiny bubbles feel about
Being smashed against icy hunks.

Closing my eyes I wonder,
How many other people in,
This sardine can hurtling through space,
Are headed for the palace of two ears.

--Matt Crichton
05/06/07