Home Base

I cannot breathe you’re thick cloying air

I need colder climes

where things are crisp and clear

don’t muddle me down with you half-formed gestures

you’re atrophied limbs and infantile insights

its not that I don’t love you

its just that I’ll be flying beyond your radar

and i never remember to signal home

maybe you could hold the base

make sure this little world we share

stays ticking over

oil its cogs, prime its engines

I’ll come home every other day

and we’ll intoxicate ourselves with the heady brew of domestic bliss.

but what if I forget for a day or two?

if the strange phenomena at the edge of perception drag me away for a little too long

will you still be here?

to bring me back down, 

with the runway lit to guide me in,

the control tower manned

the radio on and crackling

to remind me of how to hit the ground