Airplane

Small oval circle is a picture to the rolling Earth below
And air conditioned pressurized cabin feels impatient
She looks, glances, seeing threads of rivers and
Square after sqare of living breathing farmscape
Checks her ticket, and the clock, it's almost time
Head against the glass, she sees the sprawl
The snaking highways all leading to the hub, the city
That's much smaller than her own, but finally the city
And her heart skips a beat, not quite lurching
Into her beautiful throat, not quite stopping
A bump, a wiggle, and the metal beast touches ground
Eyes search the windows of the terminal, back and forth
Grabbing bags and jostling in the aisle
She takes a deep breath. This is it! Here. Now.
He's there, somewhere, or he'd better be
Somewhere past the rumbling loudspeaker
Beyond the souvenir shops and airport food
Again, the eyes scan the crowd
Everyone is waiting, looking
Two of them are nervous
Two of them will meet
And there... is that...?
Yes! That's him
He's smiling
Another deep breath...
And