This time by jetlag
even after ten days we do not agree on the time
me and my body.
We are like the San Diego traffic
rushing in the dark after sunset
stopping short at every corner of a block
getting unstuck suddenly again
stop go stop go stop go
But
when I get off the bus
to walk the last block to my temporary nest
there is a child waiting at the crossing
-- size: can walk straight under my lifted arm --
he's playing the recorder
there in the trafficlit dark
three
blind
mice
and the air is fragrant with herbs
even through the fumes
Eva