I’ve flown a hundred times
flitting between 0 and 30,000 feet,
playing with time zones like hopscotch,
borders like lines in the sand.
As a child I felt the vertigo, mounting
anxiety, being trapped in limbo
for a set amount of time.
I would cry from the pressure,
ear canals collapsing into themselves.
Now I’m less prone to dips and shakes
in the air which has treated me so gently
– yet more afraid to stop moving.
I ask myself as I tear
another used boarding pass,
open the browser to
secure another ticket:
“Will I ever settle?
Or more importantly,
where will I go next?”