10 hours, 2 hours, 4 hours, 9
Stop, start, wait, eat,
Can’t sleep
Fall in a heap
At the terminal
Feeling terminal
As time zones shift beneath me
Rearranging sequences on a metaphysical scale
Flight fail
Stuck here again now
Another 2 hours I’ll never get back
Meetings here and yonder
Time to ponder
Falls victim to jetlag
As I sag under the burden of my workstyle
A carousel of different faces
Fleeting encounters of disparate races
But it’s all worth it
When I can drop the charade
And wrap my arms around
My welcome home parade
~ L. Alexander Carlé
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 5:07 PM UTC
10 hours, 2 hours, 4 hours, 9
Stop, start, wait, eat,
Can’t sleep
Fall in a heap
At the terminal
Feeling terminal
As time zones shift beneath me
Rearranging sequences on a metaphysical scale
Flight fail
Stuck here again now
Another 2 hours I’ll never get back
Meetings here and yonder
Time to ponder
Falls victim to jetlag
As I sag under the burden of my workstyle
A carousel of different faces
Fleeting encounters of disparate races
But it’s all worth it
When I can drop the charade
And wrap my arms around
My welcome home parade
~ L. Alexander Carlé
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