Friday, November 16, 2007

Journey



Twenty-hour flight,
weary and jetlagged,
I de-board on tarmac.
Summer’s incalescence,
Punch my face.
Crushed leaf,
under my feet.
Swatting mosquitoes,
fearing malaria,
I hail the taxi.
Dusty and sweating,
I watch the traffic,
half closed eyes.
Past the theater,
across the station,
Hotel on site.
I sigh relief,
yield to tiredness.
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In response to the prompt from Friday Fives
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9 comments:

Christine said...

you do a great job unromanticizing the act of travel. The rest at the end of the travail is appreciated. Wonderful use of some difficult words.

tumblewords said...

Wonderful! I traveled with you!

Just Jen said...

That's why I don't travel...lol

Michelle Johnson said...

Your travel hardships are well placed here in this short poem. You didn't miss a beat. Keep up the good work.

Jo said...

Well done, Ul. Like Christine said, you really tell travel how it is.

paisley said...

the reality of the "world traveler" i loved the way you personalized these very difficult words......

Lucy said...

every traveler can relate to that terrific poem!

LittleWing said...

this is a travel ditty if i ever heard one...

lissa said...

Love this! Just wonderful!