We are all adults
like children here.
smoking, having our morning coffees
some are minutes away from leaving
rushing for last glances
nearly nose to glass.
We’re sitting packed at tables
hugging windows floor to ceiling
our heads turning in unison
to watch one after another
after another.
A large silver object leaves the earth
and for a moment we all take in a breath
a hush over the hum of its engines
marveling, all of us
marveling that us grounded humans
have learned to fly.
