Remembering Arriving

Remembering Arriving
The plane lands with a rough bounce,
my heart lands with anticipation.
Its fast beats s l o w  d o w n 
t h e  w o r l d  a r o u n d  m e.
D i d  i t  a l w a y s  t a k e  s o  l  o  n  g
f o r   e v e  r  y  b  o   d   y     t   o     l   e   a   v   e      t    h    e      p     l     a      n      e?
I walk fast once I am out.
Quickly, I hurry past a woman,
past a father with his child,
past a very important business man,
until I am finally at the border control.
Moi! I say and smile.
The luggage takes ages to appear…
a blue one… 
a big one…
a clearly heavy one…
no more space for stickers on that one…
a red one…
a grey one – finally!
I hurry down the last little bit,
the doors open – there!
The smile that greets me reaches
his eyes lock with mine,
two grins, a few steps 
and finally, the embrace.
He guides me outside
more grins, a touch
to make sure the other one is real.
We leave the airport,
he makes me laugh.
How I missed his smile.
With excitement, 
and a little bit of fear 
I think: 
Maybe for Mama’s birthday
we fly finally together.