A jet plane flew over!

A jet plane flew over!
That never happens. 

Where I lived before, 
it always did. And so 
for a moment's vibration 
and thrill, I found me 
transported: just like 
a kid in one of those 
big blocky seats, up
there. Which soon 
enough shrink
to confinement 
too small. 

I was in another garden, 
some way to the West, 
in a time of sunlit fall, 

and praying by reflex 
the plane would not stall.

So far they have all 
stayed up, and gone on 
to wherever they'll land. 

 Not a single 
dropped ball.