half-moon pietersite:
palm trees, puddles underfoot.
delayed, weather pending.
focusing the inner eye.
protection.
stopped on the way for a big hair pat down.
stopped again on leg two, curiosity and suspicion over
ganesh and my hand of fatima.
the world, a ropes course, is designed for the slow, the uninspiring brand of bizarre, the elephantic land masses that breathe loudly and show up late.
you do not have to be nimble, considerate or small enough to fit in a chair in order to fly.
note to self re: seat selection...empty rows attract procrastinating customers with no business wedging into a middle seat.
left side, pick odd. right side, pick even.
hide your sports section.
do not travel with religious symbols hewn from heavy metal in your carry on.
check for delays before rushing through foolish lines with distracted blue shirts chattering about shayla and what she did on friday.
dodge overzealous sparrows eyeing your pesto.
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