May 8, 2013


Planes are landing
off the ocean,
into an eastern wind,
breaking their usual pattern
of coming from where
they've been.
Each one knows
something's changed,
even my own flight
feels strange.
Will we be missed
if we don't come
home, hearing
a deeper call?
If we keep flying
on and on, will it
really matter, at all?
Dressed as we are,
without fear,
why not just
skip landing here?