International Airport
International Airport
This nowhere, a contrived freedom
expatriate as air,
demonstrates our mastery
of what we meet or leave behind.
Each precise beginning
finds an ending imprecise,
as we fly to where or whom we wish
only to find them somehow less.
The conquered distance
returns within ourselves
as all that's joined grows relative
becomes a nowhere too.
Until the town seems smaller
the loving eyes less absolute.
Copyright © Christopher Bowen | Year Posted 2019
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