Shoreham Airport Cafe
Feel your skin prick as a Cherokee
takes off, your shoulder blades jut out
as hairs on your arms remember feathers.
You look over to the downs and their curves.
The college chapel's trying to climb
into the clouds with you.
You know what you'll see:
poppies staining wheat fields,
a road as it disappears into a hillside.
You'll scour terraces fishboned
off routes out of town for your home,
so close together, so cramped.
You head for the sea. Fishing boats
so far out. All of you navigating further
and further from the groundsman mowing grass.