Gate

I am on the plane home

worse for the wear

physically

and

something I can’t

decide for the wear

mentally

and I put my head

to the warm glass

of the window

and think about what

I saw.

How it made

me see everything

else differently.

In retrospect I can

see it changing me

as clearly as the

sunlight through

the clouds,

gating before the trip

from me afterwards.