On The Plane Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

There are far west nations,
Little lights gleaming in the middle of the ocean.

My summer has been with a star lit sky,
The airplane lifting me high.
I listen to the voices of a movie as I sit by,

I sit at the window seat and the wing at my reach.
The window also being a barrier I cannot breach.

If I could by pass my hand through this window of glass,
Let this barrier be breached so that my feet can once again touch the grass.

Once again I am in the sky,
Close by the stars which are up high.