I am not well traveled,
I hardly leave my house.
My passport had been expired for decades,
before I left to the Yucatán in 2017.
I am afraid to fly,
because it is unnatural,
we are not birds.
We are tedious flesh,
obtuse and trivial.
I feel the lightness and enormity of our skins in the sky.
I feel heavy metal underfoot, and I weep.
I am hovering where nature breathes, I sigh into recycled air.
I am lucky to be so lucky.
I am an orb of integrity and fear in those moments.
I hold onto nothing,
only my expensive coca-cola and the soft flesh of my husband’s hand.
he smiles and winks,
a reminder of his commitment.
a re-introduction of his love.
…how the Moors introduced rice to Spain.
…how the sky introduces me to pain.