232. Chronological

I.
You've done this before.
Taken airplanes as your religion,
held your baptism at one thousand feet.
Cleansed anew for each city.
It is not strictly animal; you fall in love
often and well.

II.
It is painful to navigate
through new people.
The surprise at the ache
when they do not touch you
goodbye.

III.
I want to erupt into shivers, collapse
in joy, be pulled back to earth
at the sound of a voice
that knows my spine and instincts
as well as any flight path.

IV.
The syllables of
brav-er-y
are familiar to our mouths
yet what we think about the most
is how we are going
to leave.