Mountain curves
Thick fluffy swirls of white
Cuddling as lovers do
Fingers tracing the rising elevation
Until just a wisp remains
Green giants peaking through
Swimming in the clouds
Overtaken
Can the pilot see?
Peak atmosphere, 25,000 ft.
It’s fun to watch people turn to ants.
It’s sunnier up here too.

If I stepped outside this plane I would fall.
A sport one day I might explore.
Propelling flesh
In the direction of gravity.