When we are above the clouds
The sun shines and the sea of white
Rolls to eternity
The soft pillows of fluff lay the ground
For the angels to roam and play
It is a small piece of heaven that
We can touch
In a plane
In our dreams
Inevitably we must descend
The puffs stretch into wisps
Then turbulence hits
As our view becomes blocked
We are blinded into a fog
No end can be seen
We can only bounce around
Bumping along waiting for the eventual clearing
Then we pass through
Our fears of the unknown no longer legitimate
For we continue to fly
Soaring toward our destination with relief
With excitement
The clouds that were just below
Are now above
Their cover is a promise
As the angels look down
Like a blanket and lid of protection
We continue on
Leaving the clouds for
Another day
~T October 26, 2022
