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.