I’m not prepared
My bag isn’t packed.
I only have 11 dollars, all singles
I’m not sure why I’m going, anyway
I’ll see if I can get out of it
Trade in my ticket
Get a refund
But you say:
Don’t back out now!
You’re at the airport already, aren’t you?
There will be plenty to see.
Reminds me of the time
The acupuncturist put a needle in the space between my eyebrows
I was there to cure my knees
So why was she putting a needle in my forehead?
For enlightenment, she told me.
Why would I want that? I asked.
I just wanted my knees to stop hurting.
Okay, so maybe I need to start thinking bigger.
Maybe they’ll have an ATM over there in Jerusalem or wherever we land.
I grab socks and a pair of old sandals from a pile of my daughter’s things
And some t-shirts, too.
I kiss you awake to tell you
I’ve figured it out
Going to the Promised Land