Walking Across the Atlantic
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking Across the Atlantic
thinking about Spain,
checking for whales, waterspouts.
I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.
Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.
But for now I try to imagine what
this must look like to the fish below,
the bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.
~Billy Collins
I made my way across the Atlantic once more, and once more fight against the pursuasive pull of jet lag, as I am thrown into the to-do list that I hid at the bottom of my suitcase for the last 6 weeks. A little reordering, and I am already checking things off. Unpack, check. Clean, check. Write a few emails, check. This way I can almost trick myself into thinking that I am working my way down. But I will get there. Don't you doubt. And if you don't doubt, maybe I won't either. ~love~
