jetlagged

a week after the trip, reminiscing...

we speed off from JFK at more than 500 miles per hour 

in the middle of a tuesday. 

we boarded eagerly

because promise lay ahead. 

we fly over 

Canada 

the North Pole

Russia

says the live map on my screen. 

we pass the time watching 

the pixelated plane mosey over 

the pixelated earth. 

we pull up the shade sometimes

slowly, against the fierce glare of daylight

unchanging as the crackled, snow-white terrain

below.

we squint hard,

peer down,

close the shade. 

we turn haggardly 

to our meal trays and dull screens, 

count down the hours until the New World.