Airplane to Beirut

Is the moon full early 

Or is it because we are up here

Not down there

The air grumbles a deep 

Muzzled  complaint

Offended by the plane's intrusive 

Needling into it's space 

The sounds is a wind tunnel we all ignore

Something's changed. 

A woman peeled her way out 

Of my skin

To see the world on the other end of this flight through her eyes...