OZ602

On the plane

I kept forgetting 

whether I was coming or going;

leaving or returning.

Whether each passing minute 

was bringing me closer to home 

or further away from it.

I’m being stretched thin 

over that pixilated yellow line 

drawn across oceans and islands 

I never really depart

I never really arrive 

I am always in between.

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