I will try something different today for journal, a short poem…
I peer outside the window; translucent to the flight;
Sight has many times seen great heights but anxiety brings fright.
Dot the eyes; Lucky T-shirt; I’m alright.
I must not make light of the subsequent bite
that elevated winds whip for plight
Turbulent as contrast called night.
simplicity is my fight; don’t count blessings
only happy thoughts of solace; I am just a kite;
who cares to know where the wind blows
I’m at peace; they are right by today I say.