Boston Skies

i stare out the window
it's funny, my face is reflected
into a sea of stars
we are together, the stars and i
in the deep blue of early night
swimming through the sky
there is no horizon
from this high up, just
a smudged charcoal line between blue and deeper blue
the wing tip nods in the wind gently
hard to believe how fast we are going
there are no clouds, or they are
the same color as the sky
just the pinpricks and the reflection of
my tired eyes
we begin to lower
i see the lights of a city
my city, i feel protective
but mostly just exhausted
we glide over the bay, and suddenly i see
the moon, gleaming off the wings and
sitting in the sky
the water shimmers as we rush
past, falling down towards it
i am not scared because i am not alone
i have the stars
the city is illuminated with a thousand
tiny lights
so is the runway
they look like christmas lights
and we are down
bumping along
staring out the window
for our last glimpse of the sky