There is a flight landing at 2:30am
Full of empty faces and eyes
Empty expressions, full baggage
Filing down a birthing chute
To rejoin a loveless plane
Or perhaps to stop at a bar
And have a quiet drink
Before the sun rises over the tarmac
To stare at a passing forest of legs
All going to join the sky
Or recently fallen from heaven
Taking long sips of their poisons
Taking in news clips
And sports reels
From televisions they cannot hear
Prolonging their departure
Back into a world
That will continue to eat their hours
All the while casting a glance
Back towards the terminal
Trying to remind themselves
Why they came back down to earth.