The Traveler

There’s a moment of quiet vertigo,
Before my plane must kiss the ground goodbye.
And in that moment I do not know
Why I am leaving for another sky.

Here, the stars are moved by a different pole:
They sing with words I do not understand.
For I have fallen among strange people,
And the silence of a foreign land.

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