the hum of engines grows louder and louder like a swarm of bees in an angry hive
dotted lines **** past
tilting backward
aiming for the sun

                 -Ascent


white shelf stretches beneath
light streaming like a flashlight in a bright room.
“Would you like something to drink?”

                 -Flight


stars above, clouds beneath
a world of ant-like people beyond
a blur.  Lights flash to reveal flurrying droplets
the glow of city lights illuminates civilization
a bump.  A rush of wind.

                 **-Descent