It’s funny, I thought – on the non-stop to New York,
staring out at the little pockets of light spread against
the dark landscape of the continent, fascinated
by the idea of who might live in those little towns,
how their lives might be the same or different from mine –

It’s funny, I thought, to think that the people down there
might see this plane in the night sky and wonder
what kind of people might be flying over their little town
and looking down, see them as little pockets of light,
and wonder if their lives might be similar or different from theirs.

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