Polar Flight

Polar flight

Pregnant skies

Silver grey

Polar flight

Runway

Run away

Life is running through my fingers

I am in a futile race against time

What will I remember in my final hour?

Perhaps the smell of salty water

The faint sound of someone’s laughter

My children’s face

An embrace

How much time

do we have left?

I am already filled with nostalgia

My heart stretched so thin it hurts

I envy people who never left home

Their loved ones close by

The illusion of oneness

The apparent simplicity of their lives

But I was born with a curious and hungry soul

When the time comes for me

Please remember to call the four directions

Offer me to the wind

Honor my quilted memory

And let me become one with the salty water