Transcontinental

when staring out of an airplane
window
the horizon never lets you see
it moving

homes with people you know and
like
approach and recede but never
settle

into time like children into
bed
at night with milk and cold
pillows

softly remind me of those
winters
in our few habit forming
years

of trying to figure
it
all of it
out
and still i
lean

across oceans and continents
and
families and friends we dream of
daily

almost never let us see them moving.