So many people sitting in the sky,
Cloud-joining needles and threads,
As this way and that overhead planes fly,
Zigzagging way above our heads.

Gone from Earth, for a while aloft,
Between the ground and edge of space.
Above the clouds, but a distant waft,
Of life, a moment's gentler pace.

Coffee, with a cloudscape way below,
A sense of normal life inside.
Escapees from the down there flow,
As on sky rails smoothly ride.

Unnatural distant drag and drop,
From a somewhere to elsewhere.
Across great distance in a hop,
From our here to someone's there.

And in-between they sit a while,
In a temporary tube chair state.
Above the Earth, air mile on mile,
At the mercy of flight fled fate.

The Earth relieved of this worldly weight,
Whilst above its hold smooth soar.
On its surface brief don't participate,
As through the ether, rocket roar.

When they land another takes their place,
In this land of in between.
As through the cloud and clearness race,
Captive cargo never seen.

A million souls are so sky bound,
At any moment of the day.
Briefly gone from solid ground,
And from the Earth a while away.