Brisbane to Melbourne

So high up
The water freezes
In spidery patterns
On the small window.
Flying high
Over ant-like towns and cities,
Apparently moving fast
But, the clouds meander by.
The distant horizon,
Pink and layered,
The edge of the cloudy carpet,
Luring the planes nose.
Suddenly we are engulfed
By the wispy water
Suspended by the atmosphere,
A trampoline of hydrogen and oxygen
The wings flex and bounce
Above the Australian landscape.