The fifth I leave home
Washing down my last cup
Of American coffee. I turn
Around to wave to those I love.
Then I board the commercial plane
Where I sit and take my place.
In my written travels, Spain has a place,
Though I will miss my Texas home
And the comforting Panhandle plain.
The flight attendant fills my cup
As I finish Eat Pray Love
Through the pages I turn.
Restless, I toss and turn
Trying to find a place
To daydream of the one I love.
My mind wonders to a new home
I will see once I depart the plane
As the attendant takes my empty cup.
In the airport bathroom I cup
Handfuls of warm water. I turn
The knob off and use the plain
White sheets to dry the wet place
On the counter. I pray my home
In Spain is inviting and full of love.
The kind of comforting love
Overflowing from a cup
That understands how far I am from home.
The day is here. Down the stairs I turn
And find my new mama standing in place
With a friendly expression. How can I complain?
The regret of boarding the plane
Fades away as I gain love
For this stranger. I replace
Shaking hands and cup
Her shoulder and turn
My cheek for a kiss before heading home.
This place remains unfamiliar. I miss my cup
of plain coffee and laughing with those I love,
who anticipate my return home.