Airplane by Sara Klenke

My forehead presses against the thick glass.
The hum of the cabin is comforting, although I am nauseated.
I feel my blood rushing out from my heart to the surrounding veins and capillaries,
Much like the cars rushing along the interstates below me.
Humility washes over me as I see the world from a bird’s eye view.
The Earth is dappled green and freckled with swimming pools and baseball diamonds.
And then I am reminded that God is even farther away than I.
I drink my single serving water.
And meditate on the hum of the cabin.

–Sara Klenke

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