Flight From Phoenix To Lax Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flying thousands of miles in the atmosphere, turbulence
rocking the jet, loving it's vibrations and letting it
fill me with joy, loving it!

Soaring higher, lights just twinkling below like stars
of earth covering it's surface instead of the atmosphere
above us.

A darkened puzzle of night not really being brightened
by any of the lights, but they are pretty specks opening
my mind.

Eliciting poetry from within incessantly as I fly onward
to Los Angeles the first leg of my journey to India and
the experience of my life.