Yeah
i flew out and through
the temperate west coast
punctuated by the thick bright snow on the sierras
as i edited photos on my mac
flying over
distracted by the beauty down below
the snow
the sleeping trees
peaks and valleys
soft cloud quilts…
all the way to Kansas
where the bird’s eye view
got kinda boring
and the sun was hot in my thick layers
i closed the blind
and rotated photos…
maybe you’ll get to see them soon.
when i opened the shade again
the clouds were thick and red over indiana
i slept a while in the night
listening to Christopher O’Riley
and when the lights of the Eastern SeaBoard hit me
my heart split open
soaring somewhere into the city
there was a gentle excitement of being home
and things worked plenty well
with time and patience
getting me a free cart
getting my baggage
getting into a cab
and riding to Sterling Street
where Nayland and Matt greeted me with Chinese Food and Conversation
Oh What A World…
but the conversations and laying in bed
left me feeling my heart:
Bruised.
my throat
cold and wet
open
warm
flowing
ah, but underneath:
fearful and jittery
after he fell asleep
i lay and wondered
having to water the plants!
(too much to say)
having to sit on the toilet
… i do feel better
but a few hours playing with settings on the gallery program and iTunes
and wondering
yeah
it’s late enough now
i can go to sleep, sure.
tomorrow i head up state
for the Nayraya
i’ll dance for my mother
and you too, timmy
(oh, wait, i mean the lost little boy i was somewhere…)
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