Suspended for a time above the clouds
In my jet-bird – My, it's loud
Watching the world below, pass me by
While I am sitting here, way up in the sky

Cocooned in my well-appointed seat
I try very carefully to stretch my feet
Passing the time for 12 hours straight
When I get there, it's going to be late

Get on in the morning, get off when light's low
Get on in the sun, get off in the snow
What wonders I'll see when I roam Celtic lands
What wonders I'll bring back to South Africa's sands

People moving in
With their suitcases on board
Standing everywhere
Fumbling to their seats.
"MAY I SEE YOUR BOARDING PASS?"

Yes please.  

Plane flies on the runaway      
Diving into the clouds    
Into a puff of wind                            
and smoke.
We fly.      

I sat unmoved
For the rest of 16 hours.
I thought I had been fossilized.
Hardened.                      
But I saw it flying    
Us flying to mi casa
Time is rolling backwards
My lips tugging backwards  
No more jetlagging.          
I held on to a light of a hope    
with a lopsided grin.
Perhaps,                          
It's time to say hello
To the land long forgotten
The land with cozy saturday mornings
Where we have dinner at 7pm, not 9.
The land that I long to be in
Where I had been long gone
is 60 minutes apart.