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