We watched planes land
And hoped for lives better
Than we had already planned.
Air thick with fuel, our heads
Through that roof
Waiting for life to happen
Oblivious it pulsed in the one
Sitting next to you.

I want to be a pilot
On a lake
With a home
Made only of stone
If that at all.
Perhaps only the sand
And concern myself
With merley my wings
And the fish
Cooking for dinner
I’ll forget buildings
And the lines I might
Have drawn for them
As I wake up in this city
That’s no more than a town
Staying close to its limits
...I wouldn’t want to drown...