There Might Be Boats Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

I wish I could have
woken William today
Bill, I would have said,
get a load of this
here we are at last mate
flying above the mash potato
heaven cant be far from here
he turned to me and said, then, this
woman looks up from her Kindle,
smiles at William, the sort of smile
people have for people who are
out to lunch or a bit doolalee, but
William doesnt notice he is
just looking
at the dark blue above
and trying to guess how much further
heaven is
suddenly
there is a hole in the cloud
and you can see a beach and as we had
only just taken off moments before
the woman
got her Kindle out, you could
see the people
all the specks and the flecks in water
flecks that might be boats

Williams eyes got wider and wider, then
I was on the beach looking up at the silver
sliver of jet
the jet William was on