Upright and sleepless,
having watched three bad movies,
I am flying across the ocean to see you.
I am a warrior and nothing will stop me,
although in the event both passport control
and a stoned cabbie from Haiti will give it a go,
but I meant to mention something else.
Just before dinner I woke in mid-air,
opened the shutter and saw the sun rising.
Light swung over the clouds like a boom.
The way it broke continually from blue
to white was beautiful, like some fabled
giant wave that people travel years to catch.
I thought I’ll have to try and tell you that.
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