I sit in a grease sweating Chinese take out box,
but some call it an airplane seat
we wait, all the planes in a line for takeoff like baby ducks following their mother.
I do not want to be here
I have been a nomad for the past month
I feel like my heart has already taken off and is waiting for me at home
I would rather be anywhere but here,
but mostly I’d rather be home.
To where the tension like cannon balls fall from your shoulders as soon as you walk through the door,
To where careless,cozy.comfy, days are spent
To where you can lie in your bed all day long and listen to a favorite song
but alas, I am so far away
I must make my patience last
though it shall be quite a tassk