Kit Kelen #480 - Dublin musing

480

intercontinental

(Dublin musing)

I was travelling

full of sleep

night was in me still

it was my nose knew day

before the light

I was all traffic adjusting to seasons

neither here not there

sneezed to be

and out of the sack

felt the cold

something dreamt

still clung to me

and it was folded away

like a sea

like a river run up your sleeve

and away

I was the little boat

dancing with waves

I would still be arriving for days

once I was well gone