You know it:
taxiing, the run-up
and off, into the clouds

with the vortexes
The most natural thing
in the world nowadays

Right then I am prepared
to die, overlooking
the summary of life

beneath me, slowly
erased by the white clouds
to a blue celestial

void with a strobe light at the end
of the thin wing
signaling:

people alive here
everything is fine on board
we just fly by