Airplane travel
Isolation
Doorbells phones
emails silenced as we fly
separated from our lives below
we feel the thrum of engines
clouds slide by and become a
rosary into night
We travel the sky track
through the dark
towards home
there walls absorbed the cold
until it became a presence
that meets us at the door
We sleep to the soft hum of the heater
and tomorrow is warm
with the promise of dogs
and the coming ecstatic reunion
Janice Eskridge © 2016
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