Again

The day I moved back the wind shook and made the plane a bird swaying along to the breeze… this time my palms did not get sweaty due to turbulence I could not control…this turbulence I could and when we landed my legs were strong, not made of the shakes and my heart was strong not made of the shakes either… no more worry about going back to the city of bridges… the city so cold my palms freeze when I think about all its steel... no more saying goodbye to family at the airport drop off again

and again…

only to see them three months later to have to say goodbye

again…

I am home.