A Mind In The Sky

I finally greet takeoff The wait has been long enough As my weight is taken outside of nature’s pattern And flippantly made lesser or greater The faces worn by those around me                                                    Range from stoic to panicked The Woman beside me Flinches dramatically during our ascension Her pearlescent teeth clenched and eyes focused On something only she can see And while I know that There are far more profound thoughts To be had at 36,000 above A single phrase has annexed my mind ‘Clouds really do look like cotton’