Today at the airport. 15 minutes hold the wait for a friend to arrive. I feel it’s me that’s landing.
What’s around us? What’s around us when we haven’t landed yet but we’re close to it?
Past 500 miles or past 5 minutes I’ll know it, ’cause my friend will share it with unknown meanings above old known words. I’ll greet with a chocolate and I’ll still be able to say: “Welcome back.”