upon meeting
St. Louis airport


meeting you is like coming home
after a prolonged trip away
I'm foreign again
diluted with distance
in between our in between lives
we've closed a thousand doors
blinked away a million thoughts
said a hundred prayers
about the maze of sanctum sanctorum's hell
and the storm brewing in the skies
the rain falling outside
your balcony doors and into the years
where we watch the storms hover
to cover our island skies

meeting you
is like coming home
still I am foreign once again
diluted with distance
but the butterfly inside me
has fluttered her wings
to the familiar scent
of your eucalyptus tree
one more time




from After the Rain, by Crystal Kill