Checked in and
reading my newest, favorite book
It’s like carving a block,
which I also find pleasurable.
Sculpting, extracting the plot page by page
I chip away through to Chapter 3
It Ends With Us
I want to savor it, pass the time with
My indulgence of this
Bloody Mary: it’s really the olives and celery, healthy tomato spicy-salted vibes, soaked with Cutwater vodka,
Lemon and lime:
a wino’s salad.
But there is a legacy here, a history: Ballast Point
They created this Cutwater vodka
I used their bathroom last week!
another story for another poem. very regional.
Gelato store didn’t have a loo.
This was my introduction.
But I digress from here, as I’m about to fly.
I’m reading
about the cute, homeless man-teenager
that the protagonist
Takes Pity on, and herself so young, she
lusts.
Maybe it’s the curiosity and the mystery
Surrounding the circumstances
people find themselves in.
Him, a high school senior, homeless.
the boy with the husky-blue eyes,
worthy of being in a book.
She, an observer…
In the distance, I see
planes taxi in while others taxi to runway
I share the bar with other travelers,
Other Bloody Marys, and Espresso Martini twins. 2 sets. That’s 4 Espresso Martinis on the bar block.
It’s how people inspire one another. Get an idea,
and Relax.
A woman with a 5 year old
lost her ID and they wanted her to come in
4 hours early.
Patience for a 5 year old, is cultivated..
not natural.
There’s a code with travelers,
It’s unspoken.
But we do speak.
Our words carry more when we know—
“I will never see you again”
It’s the edge we are living on,
Like the seats.
As I brace my hip on the stool,
Protecting my back,
wanting to be more able to travel to exotic
locales in the future, like I once did.
Cuba. Was a surprise, but I’m so far from
that now. From Castro, from my 20s. From contemplating
Afghanistan. What a mess.
Los Angeles is my destination; and I know
Why it’s the City of Angles now…
Because it waits for us to fall.
An urban jungle of scavengers tangled with celebrity, sneaky seagulls, and azure sky.
This is where
The Homeless and the Home-Excessive
“Co-exist.”
There’s another plot here,
if you imagine it,
Taking off like a plane…
It eventually swims with the clouds,
glares with the mist of the light and sun.
If you have the window seat,
Which I do not.
It’s a short flight, and I have my book.
Books create worlds within worlds
We are both “here and there.” Mind’s resplendent, transcendent ability
to shift into multi-dimensional drive
at any time. No road or signals needed.
Airports are bustling cities, built for serendipity, for the observations of passers by
from the stationary. A contrast of moves and stays.
This is why airports are filled with both amusement,
and potential,
fleeting frustrations and happenstance.
Sleepers and baggage wheels,
Silence and suffering children.
A unique slice of humanity is the
Airport experience.
Boredom and Business mix.
Electronics and mindfulness, stretching, running.
Just get there on time.
Fiesta Estrellas 
You painted a picture of travel, of streets, of people, of hustle and bustle. but you also painted the picture of tuning out, while tuning in, as you ponder everything besides..
sending you love and well wishes Ka… as you travel to the city of angels.. with your little angel..
Love and Hugs your way xx ❤
Thank you, I love how this poem reached you “tuned out while tuning in.” It’s such a fun experience to play with the levels of engagement, and story-folding; the poem was meant to paint you the pictures of that exploration. So glad 😃 thank you for your love and well wishes for us, too!
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My beautiful friend! More hugs and love 🙂
Sue said it to a ‘T’ Ka. I lose myself…no, I join in those stories and ‘feel’ their journey, even if I’m on one myself 🤣❤️🙏
Oh I love your comments so much! 😆😂✈️✅. We are weaving in and out of each other’s sagas! lol 😆 We have the capacity to live in so many spaces between us, sharing the multiple layers of reality!
Singing in the rain Ka, just singing in the rain. And thank you kind lady 🤗❤️🙏
🙂 Singing with you! 🙂
this is a wow post. Damn cool , you are the coolest thing around here ., this post beats it all. You took me on a tour of all that is wonderfully unique and made it so amazing to read. Cheers to you and safe n happy travels 😘
Your comment is Damn Cool! I feel like you light me up and help me write.
My pen gets a dance in its step. lol
How inspiring you are ❤ Thank you very much my dear. xoxo
You sparkle on my page. Your energy and enthusiasm makes me happy.. it’s fun when you visit. I love it when our quills heat up the WordPress dance floor. Our words make a huge bridge connecting the Milky Way between our worlds. 🤗😘💕
I am so ridiculously sorry if I didn’t reply to this comment. Or see it? I know I saw this one. I remember it!!!! How could I not. 🌌✨🌌✨🌌✨🌌✨🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂😍
Sweetheart , it’s okay. 🤗😂❤️
🤣🤣 i have more messages to go through! You’ll keep hearing from me if you are in there–well, regardless, you’ll keep hearing from me! 🥰🧡🤗
Love hearing from you , Ka , ka 🤗❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ hugs hugs hugs
🤩🙂🤓😎🥸🙃😍😍😍😍😍😍
Haha 🐵🐒🙈🙊🙉😎❤️❤️❤️
Teeheehee 🤭
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Wow, that was an awesome one-liner poem you wrote with “airplane mode.“
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Thank you , thank you , Ka 🤗
Fascinating perspectives! If I ever wait in an airport again, I hope to look more closely. Maybe I could apply this to being in other crowded places, which I try to avoid.
I get a lot of inspiration at the airport. I feel like even though it’s crowded, I have a little bubble. You know? My husband used to live in NYC and he would say this too. He mentioned it specifically on the subway. People kept their energy to themselves. He’s an introvert. I get it; trying to avoid crowded places. Keep the perspectives flowing! Thanks for enjoying my prose poem! I hope you had fun “traveling” with me while being still.
A bubble is a good tool. Like putting up invisible shields around a starship in Star Trek. As an introvert, I just need to remember to use them.
Yay! Consider this your friendly, neighborhood reminder 🙂.
Essential oils can be helpful, too to help remind you about bubbling up. Oh there are so many ways! Good luck! Hugs. I’m so happy you are content at your new place! 💗
I had not thought of using essential oils for this. I do love lavender and frankincense.
That awesome. I love those too, and so many more… 😁⭐️👃
Wow, Ka. This is magnificent. I loved the way the poem unfolded, exploded into something “stream of consciousness” and then all threaded back together. Fabulous, my friend.
Thank you, Diana! Your comment really inspires me. I’m so glad that you revealed the flow’s architecture, from its openness to more the more directed point at the conclusion. “Let’s be on time!”
The poem is about getting lost in so many different ways, immersive—and yet, not being lost. It’s about dwelling in-between spaces while in transit with mind and body literally going somewhere else. Again, thanks so much! 💗 I really enjoyed writing it.
Lovely!