There are streaks in the sky

White trails following white tails

Silver stars scattered across a light pink backdrop

So alluring I stop

My dog does as well

Those massive marvels cast their spell

Sometimes we sit on the hill and watch them take off and land

Carrying all those people with all their plans

As the world spins

As the sun rises and sets

On Christmas morning so many of them are up there glistening

They thread their trails

Looks like they could intersect

On that gigantic aircraft what if something fails

I see in the sky then something suspect

Fire

From the bridge I see all those planes heading toward the island

Then I hear a bunch of sirens

Wailing in the sky

I watch in horror, hoping none of those people die

Somehow they all land gracefully

I see emergency exits flap open like a dog’s vivacious tongue from his mouth

I watch as hundreds of people pile out

Black, white, brown, gray – all shades in between

Firefighters and ambulances flock to the scene

In a big field all those passengers start hugging

There are smiles too

The pilots of the planes all shake hands

No casualties

“All went according to plan”

Amateur pilots from different countries

Beleaguered, sundry people who took all their money

Placed it in pilots’ hands

With all the hope of getting to a better land

A land without condemnation

A land without walls and curtains

Here on Christmas morning

They were certain this was it

They were all quick to scatter before media arrived

They spread across invisible borders and blended in

Their home countries never saw them again

They were happy

They looked up and watched the sky at night

Deeply grateful for that flight

All the planes going somewhere

Staring at the stars, the heavens

Immensely grateful to be there