When Nowhere Is Foreign

We are the Transit Loungers,
forever heading to the Departure Gate,
forever orbiting the world.

We enjoy our habits duty-free,
we eat our food on plastic plates,
we watch the world behind rented headphones.

We pass through countries, like revolving doors,
denizen aliens of the world,
permanent residents of nowhere.

Very few things are strange to us,
and nowhere is foreign.

We are visitors even in our own homes.