A poem I wrote

A baby cries,
and a mother smiles.
Completely unalarmed,
counting the opportunity
to soothe
a blessing in itself

The angry woman
laughs out loud
and her angry gaze
lets in a glimmer
of vulnerability

The newest members
of the mile high club
sneak out together
and find out
they are very near
to the ground

Each person
a storyy
each moment
a chapter
able to be read
in a revealing gaze