Day: September 1, 2017

Caveat: Southbound in a lived calculus

Banalities & Journaling

So I'll go to the airport.

I'll get on an airplane.

I will fly south.

A lot. For many hours.

Then I will get off the airplane.

I will get on another airplane.

I will fly north.

But a lot less than I flew south. Still, a few hours, anyway.

Then I will rent a car.

I will drive south (and a bit west).

But a lot less than I flew north. For a few hours, though.

By such approximations, as a kind of lived calculus, as a kind of human pendulum bob, I will arrive at my mother's house.

[daily log: walking, 3km]

Caveat: Random Poem #96

A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction

(Poem #397 on new numbering scheme)

The sound of airplanes passing overhead
reminds me, passingly, of summers past,
when airplanes passed like youthful memories,
and mowed the air, and shortened history's arms.
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