Journey From A to Z

After arduous airplane hours,
bored and belted homewards bound,
canned customers unfold for queues and customs.
Dazed, they disappear, disolving in the
everyday that ends everything.
Falling from their fold I
go to ground, gracelessly
handling heavy bags as I hurry
immediately on, intent on ideally
jostling my jetlagged self onto a jam-packed train.
Knees folded, I keep awake with Stephen King and
let the last miles pass on the fast lane as
more and more my thoughts
notch on you. Nearly there now,
only five or ten more minutes, then I step onto the
platform, pulled along by the crowd and pushed into
quavering humanity. I find quiet quilted in your arms, I'm
right as rain now, revitalised; I feel myself
speed up in the shadow of your smile.
The tingle of welcome zings through me,
unseen uproar takes over as you're undermining my
veneer with vertigo eyes. And very soon now,
we will truly be home. Just us in
xylitol bliss, each other's xoanon, we welcome this x-ray...
yes, because it's about you knowing me and me knowing you
and we zero in on each other - finding our zen, finding our zone.