An old poem I wrote on Sunday, May 13. 2007 entitled -
LOST
And the maps of “You Are Here” at Dubai International
In Arabic and English make it perfectly clear
That I stand in the Middle East facing West
With my lease in the Far East
My blood in the Deep South
And my heart at the end of the Earth
My feet are always walking
Even on moving sidewalks
My body always on an express train
With all my life’s belongings encased in luggage
Below me in the cargo hold
My fingers always pushing a text
“I just arrived.”
“Are u ok?”
“I miss u.”
“Do you miss me?”
Then I wait.
And I wait
For the International Date Line to catch up
Suddenly just when I give up
My jacket pocket vibrates
The answer to all of the above:
“lol. Did u just txt me?”
I strike back on the Qwerty keyboard
“Do you love me?”
I read it
But then I try to escape
“Do you want to save, exit, or cancel?” my phone asks passively
I think actively
Then I hit exit
The thought is lost
And I feel a million miles away
“Just checkin on ya.”
