restlessness...

     I look up 

through the morning haze

        to see the 

shape of an airplane,

     camouflaged,

soaring into the thick,

           grey clouds

above... 

     Oh, how I long to be 

inside that winged 

       capsule,

    heading somewhere,

            anywhere, 

far from here... 

    Yet again, I've become

restless, 

     ready for a new 

              adventure

in some unfamiliar 

        land... 

  The stillness, 

        the sitting, 

the waiting

     is killing me

slowly, 

     suffocating me... 

 I need a breath 

       of fresh air, 

cleansing water, 

    a strong breeze

to wash over me

       to bring life 

back into these

            dry bones....