This is part of a series of poems I hope to write about a plane flight.

I have been stamped out,
but not stamped in.
I have miles and miles and miles to go
before I am anywhere –
flying through a hypothetical nowhere,
on land, but not in land.
Somewhere in limbo through the airports and onto the planes,
over countries, over oceans –
there, but nowhere.


Ubuntu is a version of Linux (an operating system, like Windows or Mac, but free) that’s trying to be a normal, mainstream operating system.

Ubuntu, you are like a star trying to be the moon.
You’re perfectly fine as a star, you know,
But you INSIST that NO, I MUST be the moon.
So you keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger…
And do you know what happens after a star expands?