Ethereal Joy of Flying in a Plane

Never before relished so much staring at plane's

emitted contrail and hearing its whooshing sound--

As if excited to see something brand new created by the

mix of sizzling of the sky and splendor of the ground.

Peering through airplane's window, cities and villages  

below look nestled in the small byzantine web of verdure;

like a postcard hanging on my bedroom's wall portraying the

expansive lush green horizon kissing the sky painted azure.

That enormous river--so tiny from the sky--meandering through

the wavy midwestern cornfields appears in a tortuous look;

Rubbing my sensitivities with what appears to be glistening

ripples of water flowing through a minuscule brook. 

Thin clouds form a translucent veil

of vast horizontal flat chintzy;

And the contrails being ejected like choppy

sea waves throwing tantrum to a clueless dinghy. 

As the plane navigates mightily through the

kissing clouds floating on the sky's enormity;

My imagination is captivated by the dance of the clouds

and sunlight engendering empyrean magnanimity.