For a while after  I left 
I wondered if there were a way I could
Live on airplanes and in airports 
Just walking around,  mostly. 
No shock. No engulfment.
No incomprehensible ocean. 
No wedding band. No promises. 
Just night black windows 
Up there above the city.
Sleep’s a long way off 
But I feel on the edge 
Of a terrible dream 
That this plane never lands 
All of us up here permanently 
An idea I’m too comfortable with 
If everything could be temporary
I’d be able to feel more.