Airplane Mode

Speeding past illuminated markers scattered amidst the grass,
The plane departs with a frightful roar.
Ears crackling under pressure,
I turn my attention through the looking glass.
 
I gaze upon the houses and roadways below,
So calm and serene from my elevation.
I let my eyes wander past the canopy of trees,
Far into the distance where the sky meets the sea.
 
My mind begins to wonder;
How varied will this landscape appear in a decade.
Change happens so rapidly these days,
I speculate a flux of construction is certain.
 
We pass through the clouds now;
They float by as if transparent to this world.
Cruising altitude is upon us soon,
As I drift into a deep slumber.