when this plane lands

the lights of this city
shine like a Christmas tree
from this airplane
from this window seat 
I see the town
out there before me
I imagine my shoes
on cobblestone streets
what if they don't speak English here
what if my courage disappears
what if they're using local customs
I don't understand
all these places I don't know
all these people I don't know
where am I supposed to go
when this plane lands