My First Flight

I remember as a boy
flying high in the sky
all of the wonders
that greeted my eye

clouds that stretched
from the end of the world
a wondrous playground
before me unfurled

towering columns
of white puffy places
unique and unending
with strange funny faces

the sun would shine through
with great beams of light
they faded away
and then came the night

the moon cast a hue
of eerie blue glow
I imagined the world
was covered with snow

long lurking shadows
and places to hide
my mind wandered out
0n a make-believe ride

I soared through the clouds
arms floating aloft
I dreamed of how landing
would feel so soft

I played hide and seek
with friends that weren’t there
and felt a cool wind
flow through my long hair

I tumbled and dove
and rode out the night
but fell fast asleep
before ending the flight

my mom woke me up
I was in a daze
my dream in the clouds
was now just a haze

I think of that day
each time that I fly
as I look out the window
and search through the sky

I think of my memory
that same silly dream
as I run through the clouds
to catch a sunbeam.

Author’s Note: This is a recounting of my thoughts of wonder during my first ever flight aboard an airplane. I was ten.