"Bong," you are free to move about the country,
With airplanes, hotels and travel fees,
Everyone is frantic to get somewhere,
Home, work, vacation, connections to anywhere,
Some run, others walk, are driven, or sit and stand,
I like having the window seat, to look down on the horizon and scan,
For roads, water, trees, buildings, and the twinkling lights at night,
Sitting over the wing marveling at the physics and mechanics of flight,
Thousands of feet in the air, speeding through distance and time,
I drift asleep as dreams entertain my mind.