It's 1778 miles

    from where I am, here
and you are somewhere
else

I don't know why
the further away
  you fly
  the more afraid
          I am:

there is no cage to hold you!
or tool big enough to clip your
   wandering wings

It's 1778 miles from
  where we've packed away mud
     and sticks and feathers that were going to protect us from
  
    the storms- you told me.

and still you've found your
self
a continent
away
and here,
  the temperature
    is drop
               p
                 i
                  n
                    g
                       fast