Unfinished food to my left
Empty beer bottle to my right
And the sky above me
I watch
The clouds, floating aimlessly
The hawk, soaring in search of its prey
The plane, jettisoning off to some exotic location
I feel
The cotton fluffiness of the clouds
The sleek, streamlined feathers of the hawk
The harsh, glaring metal of the plane
I hear
The clouds, announcing the weather
The hawk, cursing its bad luck
The plane, breaking the sound barrier
I want
To dance, the clouds my gown
To fly, high and free as the hawk
To own, plane in one hand the world in the other
I watch
I feel
I hear
I want
I revel
What do you see?
