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A Matter of Travel



Solstice, 2019, for Tracy

1.

And cross borders we do
often without leaving
our houses. Our bodies
dream of gardens.

Our hands flutter as
feeling exits as we press
hard against the solid
entry door. 

I type the names of cities.
My search reveals rivers, 
airfares, temperatures 
in July.

2. 

Seeking sleep, I am transported
through music piped into 
tiny earbuds. While on an island
my father has two seizures 

in the night. His ten children
fly to one another with
cautionary fright, typing.

Time zones vary from each
cell phone exclamation. Two
sisters, you and I, raise questions

that barely touch down 

for others 
but I witness you.

3.

By morning we’re assured was
merely fainting, and I
reconsider change of plans.

No emergency to rush
to his quiet side.

I walk no farther instead
to this table for eggs,
an English muffin.

Arrive inside my individual
conclusions. Concern that
happiness, once again, is

quickly stymied. Anticipate
tossing a dart toward
a nearer destination.

Mountain over ocean.
Driving test passes slowly
through summer’s present
trees. 

4.

Today. The longest
stretch of a single day.


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