from my spot in the sky

i’ve never seen snowflakes before
the first time i opened up my airplane window
i was intrigued by the tiny dots and lines
and below, the long houses looked like toothpicks!
the buildings look like ants from my spot in the sky
roads carved into the mountain ridges
so this is where our founding fathers came
the land of amber waves of grain
from my spot in the sky
the mountain ridges look like black sand dunes, something one would expect to see in the Sahara
wisps of cloud lounge, hovering above the land so big my eyes do not see the end
the land looks like a map, so many places and such busy twisting roads
people live in those houses!
outside this plane is below freezing!
they say everything is bigger in America,
which is evident in the size of this place
the river that looks like a blue and white snake
and the long metal houses that stretch like my 9th grade yoga instructor
I forget how plane rides are,
hovering above a new place
or a familiar one
seeing through the eyes of God
where everything is small,
problems and people alike
from my spot in the sky
I don't need to say anything
I don't need to do anything
I can just watch the world enlarge
or shrink
and feel a distance from all the wrongs of the world