Clouds

Ascending through the sky I see my old friends again And wait in anticipation I can barely contain my excitement As we pass through the cloud The white is so blinding I assume it is heavenly light And when we reach the top Breaking through the thick layer Blanketing the powder blue atmosphere And I am taken aback As a new frontier spreads before my eyes Rolling hills of fluff A whole other world above us Floating in the sky Migrating, shaping, and dissipating Thin air manifesting in its true form And as I sit in the plane Nose pressed to the glass of the window I can’t help but think I am home.