Morning slid by quick—
        breakfast with Mom,
        a couple long sleeves grabbed.
     (insurance against Atlanta chill)

Meetings from Oscar’s,
         one more bloody,
         then the Uber to DFW.

Security a breeze
    (oddly fast, oddly kind),
    walked straight onto the plane.

No delays \o/.

“Boarded,” I text.

You tag it with a prayer,
    dark hands pressed together—
                       received,
                           felt.

Now it’s just me
    and the soft hum of aluminum,
                     knees quiet,
                      heart loud,
       waiting for sky to say go.

I count the little things: (always do)
             buckle click,
               cabin ding,
   slow roll to somewhere.

Soon we lift.
Soon the ground lets go.
Soon I’m east of missing you…

Headed where the day finally makes sense.