the golden glow
of distant cities at night
from high above

veins that lay upon the earth

stretching and
reaching for things
That cannot be found

i’m in a jet
floating and wondering

where are you?

actually, where am I?

the distance has been built
smashed into our lives,
unwanted but welcomed

walking to work
sitting down to dinner
attending a sporting event
dancing at a rock and roll concert
the cheap seats
the f train
flight 1216 to lga
putting on a burberry coat
stumbling through another waylon jennings song

in and out of days
and through the days the distance
keeps growing
never really knowing

where you are
or where am i