This is the moment of leaving,
this view out the passenger window,
a sideways glance, passing
rain forming stars on the glass
belie any reminder of wishes,
this is just the falling part –
the out of, away from, apart part,
watching with envy
how the tugs push
the things that cannot move,
how once unburdened
this becomes that,
how easily the plane departs,
lights, too, like stars,
moving toward the horizon.
