Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Thoughts As I Circle George Bush International Airport

As William Gibson said of "soul delay,"
I feel a tether to my heart unspool
And trail behind me. It seems strange to say
I'm homesick for Toronto, but a fool
For it and those who live there I've become,
And no return in soon enough. I find
I may regain my equilibrium
If I can simply keep these things in mind:
Mere days and three more plane trips stand between
Me and reunion, and it's so that those
From whom I've parted (though their lack is keen)
Are truly not. So as the distance grows
And Houston's sunset now fills up my sky,
It's only happy tears that fill my eye.

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