Empty Plane

I leave for a living
It’s what we all do
And I say that I’m missing the ones that I’m leaving
And I always do
But another truth is that you
Begin again every time you fly
There’s peace in the airport
Sitting at a gate by a door to the sky
So it’s hard, but it’s not hard
Fumble for your ID, credit card
But then I walked on to
But then I walked on to
Then I walked on to
An empty plane
And the girl at the Starbucks
Looked like she knew me
She poured a design on the foam of my coffee
And she was smiling
I said «It's funny how life at its best expanse
Explodes, and it overspills
But we try to fit it all in a grid
And we say it’s the strength of our will»
And she started laughing
She said «Look I made a wing, and another wing»
And then I walked on to
Then I walked on to
Then I walked on to
An empty plane
I was moving fast now, understanding
So much kindness, no frustration
I asked the screener:
«Does my life have a destiny?
Or just a destination?»
I thought I’d step away from my traveling
Have a little time to connect the dots
See my life like a spiral
The DNA of my dreams and thoughts
And I
Believed
In a legacy
But I stood in the jet bridge
And the young man nodded
I looked at the name tag
And said «Hello, Angel»
It was all empty seats now
Nothing in the overhead
I sat near the front and I started sleeping
And I woke in my own bed
And I said «Oh it’s a dream
But a dream that grows like a vision from a single spark»
And I thanked my dream attendants
And I rose and I dressed in the dark
It was an early one today
Yellow cab, JFK