Day Twenty-Nine: Flying

GOODBYE FROM TEN THOUSAND FEET

I'm flying high,

but you remain on the ground,

getting progressively smaller.

You dance in circles,

and wave your shirt wildly

so I can see you,

but I settle back in my seat,

hit the recline button,

and wait for the attendant

to bring me a chilled beverage.

It won't be long until you're

two thousand miles away,

where you belong.