A plane so small

A plane so small

drenched in Glasgow grey

takes off, determined.

As puddle-land below

creeps passed

we take a pitch or two

and giggle.

Suddenly the cockpit

window is full to the brim

with blue

and our smiles widen.

The crazy sea glows turquoise.

And Barra is golden

and small.

And just right.

Our landing is cushioned

and as we splash through tides

and rush landward,

we glimpse our camper

and we laugh some more.

Our plane so small.