JOG
that familiar preflight
anxiety is unexpected
for a flight I did four days ago,
still keeps me up
SIN
fresh from Indonesia
I feel friendly, miss
greet-and-response with strangers,
catch many of my friend's classmates
in conversation before sneaking
away with his keys to sleep
awake unwillingly
to pack, clean, place bags outside
(will not be caught outside this house
without them
again) drink coffee
am late and lost to ramen
my appetite ebbed again
being outside in Singapore
makes me self-conscious
but inside I share stories (poorly,
they need practice yet) then
off for a quick goodbye, too tired
to talk but still talking 'til late
but the airport acrobatics are easy
this time; I grab my outside bag
as the taxi turns around, jump back in
and am at the gate bewilderingly soon:
luckily there are foot-massaging machines
from which to watch the line; I board
I sleep.
SYD
after an hour of
frustrating lines,
two hours of forest train
delight, soothe my apprehension
of slipping into sleep-deprived insanity
at the folk festival I've volunteered at.
the train goes around a turn, and
suddenly
ocean
over a one-road town
draws a triangle of depths:
green
light/
dark blue water
mist
fog
clouds