Thunderstorm By Jet
Above the world, sifting through the clouds, being jostled
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
about by turbulence in a thunderstorm, I find peace.
It's quiet outside my window, I can tell by the deafening
roar of silence as it alights in my eyes.
Looking down, several layers of clouds, different types,
makes it seem that we're in some fifth dimension.
Rolling left or right at any given time, becoming light-
headed for a second.
Blue expanse of sky, stretching around the jet in all
directions, seeming to hold us up.
Frolicking around the jet in my mind is an adventure I
won't soon forget.
Flying is a favorite pastime and when combined with writing
I am in seventh heaven!