some nights i travel...

by planes flying over the rooftops like a swirling candy cane.
seat belt fastened
more a rollercoaster than an airline
my luggage, like an orphan
forsaken in istanbul
or other places of universal head-dress
other times i am traveling to a new place
i am scrubbing the floors of a dorm room
it is travel
not miles but time
the soaring sequences of interstate r.e.m.
leaves me anywhere but here
where the wonder of boys
carves it's worry into each friday evening
and i will fall asleep
dreaming of train rides
and cattles drives
and the touch of your face on mine.