While on a recent flight

Flying economy class (as usual) - a poem The father who insists on sitting by the window, staring blankly to the bleak outside, running into accidental reflections, whilst his only child, their little daughter, bawls at being transferred to the middle row. His wife pensive, wondering if they have one child or two. The family of four, insulated, man on the laptop (headphones), woman with the i-Pod, (eyes closed) a three year old, lost, questions unanswered, a six month old baby, blocked; pacifi