Flying high over clouds of culture and
phantom need to separate strangers
beyond a degree of common sense
a plane glides towards Amsterdam
from New York thru Dublin
at last closing a wide-open gap
stitched together by nightly video calls on WhatsApp.
She wonders what pieces of a perfect romance
withstood this planetary scar
well enough to meet skin to skin.
Passport control doesn’t seem to bother
that the whole tourist industry
is being terrorized with tales of
temperature checks and
self-imposed quarantine.
He makes his way to passenger pickup.
Comically unable to locate each other
at last the long-awaited hugs and kisses.
They arrive at his home.
Beautiful flowers set the tone of love reunited.
Lunch of soup and bread is followed by
a walk through this land of ancient adventurers.
They are right at home in no time.
7 months yearned for
Date #7 begins its flourish.
Together. Hearts at home.
