I looked up in the sky
through the window
and saw it.

A plane,
going nowhere in particular,
and decided
that I would go with it,
for awhile.

Nowhere in particular,
somewhere out there,
over the hills and far away,
where the sun and the moon dance together,
and the deer and the antelope play.

Where discriminating is how you tell
this flower from that one,
whether or not the sun is glowy warm or kittycat warm,
cause everyone on my plane is on holidays
at least for awhile.

Then I came back,
to my cubicle job
in my boxed in life
but you know what?

I was smiling.