day 69

Looking down, which I often do, I saw,

the landscape transfigured from vast land of green and yellow
into islands

An archipelago emerged.

And I saw,

the archipelago transformed into...I couldn't quite figure what it looked like.

As the plane climbed and the cotton wrapped itself around the tiny white machine,
(turbulence...)
And I caught another fleeting glance at the scenery below and I knew what it resembled.

Stars.

Sometimes, we don't have to look up to feel trapped.