And then a disembodied morning
floating among checkpoints
flight conference luggage flight
each clock telling me
it’s some different time
and none quite right
and suddenly it seems
so apt
that lightning only wants
to reach the ground
it’s unsettled up here
interminable and tempting
me to strike
without warning
I’ll call you
once I land
OPTIONAL POETRY 
That’s wonderful! A simple event turned into poetry.
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Some of the best poems come from the simplest events. Thanks as always for your thoughtful comments!
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I love this!
“…and suddenly it seems/so apt/that lightening only wants/to reach the ground…”
Such beautiful phrasing.
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Thank you!!
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Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything simple here, really, right? Some complexity and frustration of multiple time zones and responsibilities and tasks and desires, and the sudden energy to shrug it off by some indirect but immediate and connecting line. Great work.
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I don’t think anything is ever simple, and particularly not the things that really should be simple… 🙂
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