Spring sunlight on the wing
A Barbie doll offers me pretzels
Twenty thousand feet.

Faint vanilla fragrance from the aircon
Jet roar felt in seat
Have I lost my onward ticket?

Ten thousand square miles of sunlit cloud
Beneath a blue spring sky
Their grey day below

The fresh air jets on my forehead
Feeling the emptiness all around
I remember my childhood

A million sparkles on the river far below
While the scudding forest bares its secrets to the sky
Down again, adverts, donuts and delays.