• Poetry - Travel

    Cotton Candy of the Sky

    Our metal tube lines up on a runway Anxious engines wait for the call Then roar to life when a deafening sound Bringing us to a speed beyond reason, comprehension Houses in grids tessellate to the horizon We rise, sharply, to the blue sky Clouds hide the ground Fluffy and full, a blanket in all directions The winged craft skips around A child during recess Reaching ever higher towards the Great Unknown Sailing the sea of cotton candy