From the seat by the window

I love gazing out the window when I fly. The view offers a perspective of our island home, not seen when gazing up. 

Posted on a wall in the Delta Sky Club is a poem titled "From the seat by the window". 

We peer through the view finder to all that is visible. 

Ascending, we reflect on what was left behind, and what is yet ahead. 

Far above, our eyes see below. We search for the familiar. 

Farms take on the patterns of hand-stitched quilts,

mountains appear as sculpture, and vast bodies of water seem powerfully still. 

Clouds sit thick, rich in form, calling to us with familiar shapes of things we believe to recognize. 

For a brief time, our thoughts drift. The earth below, brilliant in every aspect. 

Its inhabitants, stewards of such a gift. 

We are in quiet awe. 

Susan Nicole Gibbs

In the meantime, back to earth - just before taking off in my seat by the window.