travel

she flies to LA
like it's nothing. nothing
to get on a plane
and settle in her
seat with a cold drink
and a magazine.
high above the clouds,
closer to he moon
than i'll ever be.
a day or two, then she's
back, as if she never
left.
I can hardly travel to the beach,
three hours
away, without it being
a life changing event.
looking at the world with
new eyes,
coming home with sand
in my shoes.
a burn on my head,
a bag full of salt water
taffy that
i'll never eat.