And when the wheels went up, a moment's peace;
My email had to wait, my phone was off.
The last few days had seemed a dozen weeks,
and all the hours never quite enough.
Then, knowing that my future would depend,
at least in part, on something I could no
longer control, I focused on the sand
and watched the snaking ribbon of the road.
And then I had a moment of a dream,
of vans and manifests and delegates,
until the kid beside me nudged my sleeve,
and passed the water from the stewardess.
Beside the highway, once, I stopped and cried,
and then went on, and still I'm not sure why.