The birds make it look so serene

The breeze cascading off of their wings

A majestic suspended dance

Accompanied as they whistle and sing

Why now, though I soar just as high

Perhaps safer than seagulls and crows

For I am secured to my seat

Does fear penetrate the airplane rows?

Clouds turn my stomach to sawdust

Though I’d rather not look at the ground

In the turbulant wind I envision

Us burning to ash in a mound

Would that I were a bird flying south

With instincts to do, not to die

I can’t wait to be back on the earth

I don’t think humans were meant to fly