I pass
Indistinct reality
Of airport interiors
Designer brands punctuating
Bench cities
I feel alone
But not sad
Everyone is adrift here.
I board another plane
The cabin darkens
Casting me into limbo
Between countries and days
The hurt-to-look-at
Sunlight
Is drawn shut
I could be
Between selves even.
Where am I going now?
Am I heading home?
To Sydney heat
That holds me
Where amiable gestures, and people
Appease.
Or am I heading back out?
To Iraq
Long desert drives
Passing conflict-pocked buildings
Where quiet evenings
Veil the extreme
Raping and brutalizing
Past.
Or finally
Europe bound
Three weeks of Spanish beer
Sun beating across and on me
Harbouring ever-nascent dreams
Of making this status quo.
So the hours pass
Dimly acknowledging
The untrammelled clouds
Passing below
The last five years
Seemingly
Only moments
Flashes of colour
And now
Descending to land
I do not know from where
The next moment comes.