plane poetry of past places, present purpose & potential

Not sleeping; just anxiously resting

Not sleeping; just anxiously resting

Lost in time by way of the sky

That place I miss

Still holds so much

Space

For me to be grateful

For the expansions beyond

That started within

Its wild spirit

That led me to become

All that I am

All that I was.

A place is its people

The energies and routes

What was and will be

The parts of you, those times and me

Spaces we leave mar…