In the air

how easily
i fall asleep
in the embrace
of the winged
beast
that takes me
from home.

floating
above quilts
of grain
flecks
of forest
and the scales
of the sea

i yearn
for the arms
of the one i love

and the sheltered
truce
of home,
the only antidote

for loneliness.

still,
i am grateful
for the sensation
of departure

the promise of arrival

the renewal
of my repeated returns
and the rebirth
of gratitude

to live alongside
its soulmate,
wonder.

--Mr. Gobley