And here I am
all soft yawns
  and red knees

rosy from being
crossed
  and un-crossed

my eyes
drifting from the aisle
  to the window

great mountains
deep lakes
  long rivers

all tiny
small
  a speck in my eyes

as I
am
in theirs

I tower above them
in the cramped
  seat of awe

wondering if I’ll ever see them from
their own
  ground

while my heart
chases cities and valleys
  my mind capturing it all

the leather skin of my thoughts
the cream colored paper inside
adorned with fingerprint smudges alongside pencil marks

trying to see
some meaning
in the rolling hills

the lilac
painted over the stone and snow
  of the tallest peaks

the ivory mass
shrouding pieces of the land below
  broken up by soft beams of light

I want to capture it
before it
  slips away.