I am trying
to unravel
the
mysteries of my mind
on an
airplane.
Trace my
mirrored image in the sea below,
make a plan
for when the ground arrives.
It is here,
in the
spaces
in between
places where
I stumble.
Feet
struggle to touch the skin
of the
earth
again.
And I know
about this,
and about
the landing.
About the
building of a home
out of
nothing with my bare hands.
It is just,
I can not remember,
Like the
times I’ve washed my hair today
The texture
of shampoo.
And I know
I will let
you
talk to me.
Let your
words burst through my skull
resonate
between the walls
of my
thoughts.
Maybe they
will
replace my homesickness
with city
maps.
I am trying
to unravel
the
mysteries of my mind
on an
airplane.
Clenching my
fists when I think of
the cold
of yet
another winter.
But I will
let you
talk to me
and replay
your voice
like a tape
recorder,
when it
rains on my construction site.
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