In the land above the clouds
I saw angels running, playing kickball, laughing.
Plane! Everyone moves out of the way
I caught a glimpse of four cherubim
Hopscotching from cirrus to cumulus
A game small children look up and notice with glee.
The sweet sweet clouds
God’s cotton candy
Pulled apart and scattered across the earth.
[Poem #183. Context: Another 10 year old poem, written 30,000 ft. above the Pacific, on my way to China. I’ve also written this poem and this other one from 30,000 ft.]