To be away in airplanes
where the blur between
the sky and the sea
is the most comforting place to be.
I'm sorry I can't be there.
You know that my insides
will press against my skin
harder and harder and
I will try to hold it all in.
But I burst apart, if I am to remain so still.
Maybe the day we stay, and remain,
the sun and the moon will collide.