Katy C Poet Free verse

Journey

Through the thick, transparent plastic
The ground drops,
And the sky rushes down
To meet me.
I stare as the cars get smaller;
Soon they are toys:
No bigger than a freckle.
The houses shrink, too,
Then the city.
Suddenly I can not see,
White is everywhere,
And then I am
Above the clouds
In this giant metal bird,
Soaring above the vast, untouchable tundra
That is beyond the window.
I sit back
And close my eyes, waiting.
Then I am looking again
Until I can not see,
And the sky is above me.
The cars are getting bigger,
The houses are expanding.
Then the ground rushes up to meet me,
And I am home.

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