Back To Earth
To Soar Again
Engines which had labored for so long, die into silence.
Everyone stands, elbowing for position in a mad scramble to collect everything from overhead and under the seat. Thirty people transform into strangers, morphing from whatever they pretended into whatever they must.
Stand at the door…luxuriating in an amazingly calm day..familiar sights, sounds, and smells.
Stay his hand from the radio, lingering while we drive to the pet palace. Happy barks and wagging tail…sloppy kisses. Pitiful meows melting into hurt silence and golden glares.
Pull into the garage, letting him catch me with my sidelong glance…then laugh softly before releasing our furry little friends to scamper off to reassure themselves they’ve returned to their little worlds.