IF I HAVE ARRIVED The air traffic has become the sky's pulse. Should I be jealous of the passengers travelling far? I am without a suitcase, barefooted but calm. My aircraft flies through your blue eyes' sky. It covers distances as fast as invisible seconds through time's miles. Ask me, my darling, if I have arrived. I bow my head before the statue of Victoria Queen to open my heart. Your Majesty, another century brought me to your land from afar. My darling's blue eyes hold a cloudless sky. I was in the sky where no aircrafts flew faster than mine. I whisper to her putting my burst heart on her tender palm. Your Majesty, let me stay here, in this harbour's light. My darling, ask me if I have arrived.