there will be suitcases and tennis shoes
backpacks and baggy sweaters
and passports and parents.
there will be worries and whispers and water bottles
and the occasional kid that can’t
make it to the bathroom on time.
there will be stories and statues and starlight
cards and callouses and conundrums
and jet-lagged dogs in containers.
there will be groans and germs and ghosts
high-fives and middle fingers
and kisses to make up for fuck-ups.
it could be you and me in an airplane over the sea but
on the off-chance that we do crash
it won’t matter much because our souls
will grow wings and watch the world
wide-eyed while everything beneath