Far beneath the clouds
In the valley of mountains
Childhood games entertain themselves
Othello played on a sandy board
Jumping checkers left and right
As Pac-Man gobbles power pellets
Each a perfect circumference
Drawn with a Spirograph
My fear of heights has grown exponentially as I get older. Maybe it’s because I don’t play much anymore, and I haven’t ridden a roller coaster in years. The first time I got on a plane, I chose an aisle seat thinking that looking down would freak me out. On the contrary, the knowledge that we were climbing without being able to see what was happening was far worse. Now, I will aways opt for a window, and I am never disappointed. Between amazing cloud formations and cars that looks like they belong on a Matchbox set, the surrealist landscape from a plane’s altitude makes everything look like a toy. This desert discovery instantly brought to mind games and toys I had loved as a kid, so I wrote about it. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I enjoyed the trip!
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