Where are you in the sky in relation to me?
Looping round in a great curve coming to get me, down the other side.
Do you see me in my green and yellow stunt plane?
I see you in your oh so pretty wooden airplane moving like an angel.
We fly and maneuver like swirling dervishes as the ground replaces the blue, unreal three dimensional actions.
God must have let us do it. Nothing feels like it. Only flight.